Just another WordPress.com site

Thorn Rose

The Soul of the Rose by John William Waterhouse.

Why I reached for the bramble,

The Unknowable knows.

By my hand’s deed, My heart is torn.

Drop by drop my red pain flows.

The only embrace offered, the shredding thorn.

My earthly vesture by layer shorn,

‘Til by the Single Thread  I am left to dangle.

Oh bewildering Bramble, art Thou thorn or rose?

25 April 1992


Comments on: "Thorn Rose" (1)

  1. Jo Ellen, you are very good and make me ashamed to call myself a poet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

Tag Cloud

%d bloggers like this: