Sickened by roses

You promised me love
You gave me your word
You left me alone
And left like a bird.

Thou returned too late
My senses grown cold
Suspicions in heart
I’m weary and old.

O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

The shadows are dark,
My jealousy green
The worm heart has killed
Our luminous sheen.

Emotions: Jealousy by Erte

Emotions: Jealousy by Erte

A second offering to cover a poet for Bryan at dVerse, this time I have added some verses to William Blake’s “The Sick Rose”, perhaps giving my interpretation of his poem.

November 29, 2017

12 responses to “Sickened by roses

  1. Nicely done. It is as if the Blake verses become a commentary on your own – the way the mind does range over thoughts, emotions, experiences, remembered poems that suddenly become personally relevant….

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