Tuesday 2 July 2013

a time of roses


When you ask about my hours, my days,
I shall say they were filled with roses,


that I was adrift in heady musk,
marshmallow petals melting sweet,


pearl white and shell pink light
clinging to my fingertips,


but of thorns that pierce, I shall not tell,
I do not think you want to know.


Alice Christie
1 vii 2013

13 comments:

  1. Beautiful,and so sad x

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    1. Thank you! Is it sad? I'm not so sure.

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  2. Beautiful rose pics. But I do like hearing about thorns. To paraphrase Tolstoy, happy flowers are all alike...

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    1. Stop reading Tolstoy and get back to your packing!

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  3. AnonymousJuly 02, 2013

    "pearl white and shell pink light clinging to my fingertips"

    Simply perfect.

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  4. I always think of MrsM as my English rose

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  5. MrM, you are a gem.

    MrsM, that is so beautiful. And...it's okay. Really. You can tell, or not. We all understand and would want to know what your heart needs to share, and understand the need not to, also.

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    1. Thank you! And please don't encourage MrM - he is trying to build up enough credits for a coffee cake.

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  6. Poignant...and what a romantic man you have :)

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  7. beautiful writing again

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