the kings roses are in bloom
whose else could bloom
in winter snows and cast
a pink tinge on everything
even my old gown she sighed when
waltzing round the edges
of the parchment multifoliate
the painted flowers cannot detract
from the decree
of wounding me.
I hide in the shade of smiles
I can't remember when
all this happened
still. and roses fade
but not the brier
roses fade and not the brier
she sang on one note only
till the last string broke.
and word of this floated
out of the Kingdom.
mary angela douglas 19 may 2015;9 december 2023
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