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The Old English Rose

by libera 

Posted: 05 March 2004
Word Count: 77
Summary: Appreciating the beauty of natural ageing

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The Old English Rose

The Old English Rose
Strikes another pose.
Seemingly preserved in a non-ageing vase
She is not without the scars
Of a full-bodied life.
One of both joy, and strife.
She was once a pleasure to pluck
Now she resembles a preserved monarch.
Still stalked and standing regal.
This velvety, leathery petal.
Neither lacklustre, nor thin
But gently fading, with season-beaten skin.
And slowly weathering, not withering away
She walks, with an ever-elegant sway.

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Fearless at 13:54 on 05 March 2004  Report this post
A reminder that as one ages, the substance - the core - of someone comes to the fore, whether through their eyes or smile. Write on,


miffle at 14:21 on 05 March 2004  Report this post
Loved 'ever-elegant sway'...A dignified poem. A very human poem. miffle


One thought: I am wondering how the poem would work if you lifted out the word 'old' - from the title too...She is still an English Rose after all (?!)...'Old' is a key word here I think one way or another...(?).

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