One Poem by Martha Landman

Written in response to this month’s Special Challenge.

Gather Up Roses

I’ll be your thorn, you my rose
we’ll track green valleys
move the hands of time
through a new century

there’ll be trucks of roses —
white on our wedding day
bouquets pink as peace
crimson at the grave

tears like dew on grass blades
or mist over the sea
may brim in your eyes
at times of sorrow

years later we may look back
through life’s windows
down dappled paths
of petals turned to dust

our past and present still alive
in the scent of a rose


Martha Landman writes in Adelaide, South Australia. More of her work can be read in the Caught in the Net-series on The Poetry Kit

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