Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Winter Rose

Wild roses grew untended by the old churchyard wall

I would steal there by evening

And give names to them all

Their petals, to my hands, were soft as her face

And the moon, like your love, dear

Lent everything grace

There were angels of stone, the churchyard their keep

I would steal there alone

Just to sit silently

Their wings were of stone, and that's why they wept

And still like the angels

My vigil I kept

My mother lamented the loss of her child

While I, like the roses,

Untended grew wild

My love came too late to the old churchyard wall

Not I nor the angels

Can hear my love call

My love is an angel in form and in face

She weeps in the churchyard,

Our trysting place

The winter's white beauty can smother and kill

And I, like the churchyard,

Am silent and still.



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Jannie said...


A merry and happy Christmas to you, Shay.

-- A Jannie in Texas

Shrinky said...

Oh Shay, this is one of your finest - so wistful and sad, yet beautiful. Such a talent you have!

Merry Christmas Bonny Lass.

Fireblossom said...

Tracey-Ann hasa glitch posting her comment and has asked me to restore it, so here it is! Thanks, Tracey!

Tracey-Ann has left a new comment on your post "Winter Rose":

Shay - This is so lovely. In all it's beauty and wistfulness, I believe this one has to be my favorite that you've written. It's very moving

Fireblossom said...

Jannie and Jasmeene, Merry Christmas!!! I love the little poem lol! I hope today is wonderful for you and yours.

Merry Christmas, Shrinky! (they DO observe it on that craggy island of yours don't they?) I wish you and those you love every joy today. Mwah.

Vodka Mom said...

omg I love this.


Rainbow dreams said...

Beautiful and sad, Merry Christmas, hope it was good, Katie

Helen T said...

Hello, precious.

For the first time (and not before time) I've slipped from the shadows of my favourite willow tree out into the bright sunshine of your delightful word garden.

Since I met you I've had the pleasure and honour of watching you along with your poetry grow and evolve through varous stages. Each and every creation of yours is, in my eyes, a treasure to behold. From silly and humourous to raunchy and hot ... you got it all!

Your gift with words, your talented use of them never ever ceases to amaze me, and I am glad that through blogging more and more people have access to your writings. I love to come here, read your postings and the comments people leave. They make me smile with joy and pride.

Not everyone has the strength and courage to share their 'innerself' with others but you certainly do and I for one am very glad of that because hiding your work from the world would be something close to criminal in my humble opinion.

I may be a tad biased, but I have to say it because it's totally true...

Shay, You rock! And I love you.

The not-so-hidden

Helen T.

Mama Zen said...

This is haunting and lovely!

Fireblossom said...

Thanks, VM!

Merry Christmas, Katie!

Thanks, Mama Zen! (I don't feel that each poem is really fully debuted until you comment!)

WOW! Helen T. live and in person? Hokey smokes, Bullwinkle! I had been writing again for a rip-snorting two months when you caught me in a mayo jar and made me your pet poet. Took me long enough banging on the glass and sliding out poems to get you to comment! But now you have, and i am truly tickled.

I'm rather fond of your Brit butt, too, as it happens. You have been my anchor and my joy for two years and if that isn't wonderfuel and marvelmouse, I don't know what is.

Welcome to the Word Garden, Gooner Girl. :-)

Linda S. Socha said...

This is lovely and evocative of a certain longing I can relate to

Anonymous said...

Beautiful poem -- very lovely!

Merry Christmas.

Lil Bit said...

Such melancholic beauty... LUV it!

Fireblossom said...

Thanks, gals!

Anonymous said...

Thank you Shay, I really love this one. It's so beautiful.