One Poem by James Bell

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.

gathered rosebuds

i.m. Muriel Foster

the rosebuds are long dead now
withered to dust – though
my hands look nice as they hold the bowl –
sterling silver as I recall

Waterhouse said the roses are symbolic
there’s white for innocence
red for when you are in your bloom –
he has a mix of buds in there

said it was to do with the passage of time
can see what he meant now –
asked if I knew a Robert Herrick out of the blue
can’t say I do I said

he left it like that as was his way –
I like the set of my head here
and my auburn hair nicely gathered up –
I loved wearing that dress

I guess all my rosebuds have been gathered
call me John long gone
I’m sure he wouldn’t want to paint me now
though it’s nice to see how I was


James Bell is Scottish and now lives in France. He has written and published poetry for twenty years. At present he is at work on his first short story collection.

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