Ravishing Rose

She struts draped in crimson velvet;
fragrance she wears imbued with
a sense of awe entices with promises.
Symphonic femininity, though prickly
by nature, turns heads; envy obvious
as suitors and bards compete in verse
for she takes only one lover at a time.
Ravishing Rose herself, declares love.

note: Rose is out of town at present as she can’t stand the cold and dark autumn. And the piece is in response to Midweek Motif, β€œThe Flower – Rose” at Poets United.

32 thoughts on “Ravishing Rose

  1. Khaya, a wonderful, enticing and alluring poem -I love the sense you build of her, her nature, character, the touch of the material, the fragrance.

    ‘She struts draped in crimson velvet;
    fragrance she wears imbued with
    a sense of awe entices with promises’

    Wonderfully captured in only a few lines…I’m greedy and didn’t want it to stop there! As always a joy to read. With warmest wishes, xx

  2. “Symphonic femininity” wow! One at a time we receive the grace, but all can be present at the public concert. What a concept! Very seductive and true.

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