Roses are my Trumpet Voluntary!


Roses are such a cliché it

seems idiotic to expect

Too much from them in the

Aftermath of disaster or dread

or a really nasty dark derailing

And yet they often push me

towards a state of serenity that

In turn nudges me to brew up

That first cup of coffee which

Never fails to wake me up

And pull me out of the stupor

Nailing me to the bed or tv


like Clarke’s Trumpet Voluntary!

Roses might even be storing

My garden curriculum inside

Their lustrous centre which eggs

Me on to water the ivies and

The spiders, let the begonias

Dry up a little, and just enjoy

The first and only red rose that

Has finally come up on the terrace!

Perhaps it is there to remind me

That anything after all is possible!


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