Eden's full of Elysian roses
With heady fragrance of delusive expectations
Celestial defenders of good causes,
Domina Nostra’s favorite creation.
Supernal nectar, sacrament of silence,
Widespread in ecclesiastical dream-land.
It presents freedom, love, reliance
And asking for tenable brother’s hand.
The silver roses’re given to the poets,
The golden ones are gifts for sacred men,
Who passed away- Baccara’s mourning velvet,
Red roses- blood of Christ for us. Amen!
The wreath of purple roses should be twined,
The fatal poison of kingly rosebuds
May kill or cure- if you are divine
Half-laughing, crying-half, because it’s rub
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Wounds of love, which Aphrodite had got,
Award for heroism and games for fun
It is just “ros”, not “Eros”, as they thought
With lunar petals, crafty thorns, being sun.
The best’s “sub rosa dictum” I admire
Wild rose, so called sweet brier.
Wild Rose
© Copyright: Ирина Печёнкина 2, 2015
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