Eglantine (Ode To A Wild Rose) Poem by Martin Ward

Eglantine (Ode To A Wild Rose)



Where are you?

Drifting, dancing
somewhere above
the morning dew.

You came
to greet me;
or I you.

No breeze to take
the gossamer wings
of rose bay willow herb

or to disturb
the fibril veil
of silky spider webs.

Married to the stillness
and contentment
of the maiden day

I seek you,
hiding amongst
the passion flowers
and clematis.

Modest in this early hour,
I reach out to touch
your loveliness

and feel
the crimson pain
of loving you.

Tuesday, March 31, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers
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Martin Ward

Martin Ward

Derby, Derbyshire
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