Only a Rose for M lady Tigra

sonnet

 

Only a rose.

 

Only a rose, withered and dry.

Its colours leached its perfume gone.

Nobody knows the reason why.

 The rose was kept now grandma’s gone.

Was it a treasured souvenir?

A keepsake from a love affair?

A gentleman’s boutonnière?.

We only know she placed it there.

Perhaps she had a secret beau

before she married Grandpapa.

But I suppose we’ll never know.

Grandma was too clever by far

to leave a single clue behind.

Only the rose for us to find.

 

Wednesday, 24 February 2010

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Reviews

[Journey]

I enjoyed reading this. I have also found treasured items tucked in books, draws and other secret places. I often make up stories of their orgin just as you have. It's the little things that mean so much. One day others will realize that.

[Millionth Muse]

What a beautiful write... I usually steer clear of sonnets, unless I'm reading the old classics, but you've done justice to the form! Reminds me of my grandmother, who is sadly aging quite rapidly these days. *sigh* An inspiring write.

[An Ordinary Woman]

Very nice to read, very pleasant but it has profound sadness. Grandmothers are so wonderful. I'm sorry for your loss, Poeticpiers.

[Alessander]

smoothe read like always friend. the only line I kinda stumbled on was "grandma was too clever by far" - and I would've liked the last line to end something like "yet there it is - embalmed - enshrined" but that's just my variation of a poeticpiers theme lol. Pleasurable read, and clever rhymes/scheme. It captures the gravity in an almost whimsical pensive manner.