Ravishing Rose

She struts draped in crimson velvet;
fragrance she wears imbued with
a sense of awe entices with promises.
Symphonic femininity, though prickly
by nature, turns heads; envy obvious
as suitors and bards compete in verse
for she takes only one lover at a time.
Ravishing Rose herself, declares love.

note: Rose is out of town at present as she can’t stand the cold and dark autumn. And the piece is in response to Midweek Motif, β€œThe Flower – Rose” at Poets United.

Khaya Ronkainen

32 Comments

  1. Haha. True, your poem says it all! Lots of writers and poets fawn over the rose! thanks for this lovely poem!

  2. “Symphonic femininity” wow! One at a time we receive the grace, but all can be present at the public concert. What a concept! Very seductive and true.

  3. Khaya, a wonderful, enticing and alluring poem -I love the sense you build of her, her nature, character, the touch of the material, the fragrance.

    ‘She struts draped in crimson velvet;
    fragrance she wears imbued with
    a sense of awe entices with promises’

    Wonderfully captured in only a few lines…I’m greedy and didn’t want it to stop there! As always a joy to read. With warmest wishes, xx

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