Who has lost this small pure heart? asks Tish. She has offered up this image for anyone who is inspired by it, to write whatever springs to mind.
Dog Rose
Twisting, tumbling from a dense hedge
with a brief moment of gratitude for space.
It fell, it turned, raised a shocked face,
damp with the tears of morning mist,
when a thousand more dropped en masse,
to perish, impaled on blackthorn’s blades.
This Eglantine heart in gentlest Tyrian hue
will bear no royal crown, but a floral wreath
of Earth Chestnut will encircle its place of rest
and join with the detritus of seasons before.
This heart unbroken will nourish any tiny seed
and root that finds itself climbing skywards.
Thank you Tish.
All rights to this photo belong to Tish Farrell, Writer on the Edge.
Lucid Gypsy 
great poetry
Beautiful 🙂 I missed this post by Tish so I’ll hop over now. Happy Thursday, Gilly!
Are you going to do a haiku or tanka maybe? 🙂
Hint! Hint! 🙂 🙂 I can’t even remember what a tanka is!
5-7-5-7-7, happy Friday sweet 🙂
On the list, Gilly 🙂 Happy Friday to you-oo-oo. I’m singing. Close your ears!
so pretty –
Wow – lovely write, Gilly!
Lovely words for a beautiful image
A lovely poem, with a touch of history. 🙂
Beautiful story, Gilly. Your writing is magical, just like Tish’s image. 🙂
You’re so sweet Sylvia, thank you 🙂
Sweet and truthful. 😇
Delicate and divine. Love the poem too. ❤ ❤ ❤
Thanks Tess, you’re very kind 🙂
I’m in awe of your use of words Gilly
Thanks Pauline, if only I could write longer things i might make some progress!
Or write an anthology of verse?
What a beautiful poem to accompany the beautiful photo. Tish will be proud of you. You have such a way with words Gilly, no wonder you are mistress of the Haiku
Ahh thanks honey, I never think much of my poems or haiku because they are short and written very quickly.
You have a very imaginative brain then. Should be a songwriter.
How beautiful, Gilly! Love the last line. 🙂
Jude is right. I’m just back from Wales and reading this . Beautiful work, and I am proud my photo gave it a little nudge, Gilly. Terrific!
You’ll have to stop being such a good poet. It takes me ages to comment, because I can’t just rattle off something routine. Your imagination inhabits that flower and moves far beyond description, beautifully into the cycle of nature. I hear the voice of a great nature and philosophical poet. More please. It was a lovely pairing with Tish’s equally stunning photo.
This writing is beautiful .. You are so clever 😃