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Essence of Rose


It was a simple, pale pink rose, picked
in the public play park, presented with an elaborate,
self-mocking bow that didn’t quite hide
his shy sincerity.

The grumpy groundsman
hid a smile behind his hand, and shaking his head,
he ignored the small theft.

We strutted back to the street,
believing our love to be almost unseen,
even as our bodies screamed secrets to limping septuagenarians
who paused to recall the feel of vintage kisses in dim,
lamp-lit lanes.

Each night, my lips caressed the rose,
its petals soft as his own loving lips,
and, holding it against my cheek,
I dreamed of him, and when I woke
I dreamed of him again.

It saddened me to see the rose die;
to watch it fade and dry to a crisp.
I kept it for months, but one day I discovered it gone,
My mother must have swept it up, not realising
how important it was.

Energy cannot be created or destroyed;
sometimes I remember that flower, and wonder
where it is, and what it has become.

I hope its remains were soaked up by a rambling rose
which blooms in fragrant celebration of endless love.

©Jane Paterson Basil


Tunnel vision



in the air between
the High street chatter, the cafe clatter
the girls that giggle, the toddlers that wriggle
the drunks that stagger, the studs that swagger
the shop window scene where mannequins preen

in the air between
the Christians that preach, the beggars that reach
the ice-cream man, the delivery van
the boys that slouch, the addicts that gouch
the political tracts with their questionable facts

our souls meet

and drift

to a distant island made of you and I

when we hear the echoes of the day
whispering in our ears
we think it is merely the sigh of a wayward wind

we smile indulgently
and we kiss

©Jane Paterson Basil