Blue Rose

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And in those days he gave me
A blue rose
I did not know it’s meaning
And I held it in my hand
His eyes were deep and begged me
Silent still to understand

A castle is a cold place
A blue rose
You cannot warm a hearth
So vast and made of stone
There is no way for love
To climb upon the throne

And war’s a bloody master
A blue rose
In savagery we will yet see
The flower’s deadly form
And love’s impossibility
At widow’s dawn

(c). Helen Valentina 2020

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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6 Responses to Blue Rose

  1. One could almost feel the chill. Well done, Helen.

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