In quest of the Rose,
the hero ambles.
Brashly he goes,
entangled by brambles
more and more thick,
choking out light.
He feels a prick,
then onset of night.
He lies asleep
upon a bier.
The forest is deep.
Who will come here?
i like the idea that a male hero is falling into an enchanted sleep...usually it is 'us' females and 'us' who wait to be kissed back to life! u.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I recall a scene from Sleeping Beauty - is that your inspiration for this one, maybe? Linda