The garden is silent

When red of my roses burnt into brown
and your pansies have perished in snow
the garden is silent, the orchard is bare.

When ivy has strangled the plum tree
the laburnum bears venomous pods
but thorns of my roses still endure.

The flower picker by John William Waterhouse

Today Sarah hosts at dVerse and brings us the language of flowers to inspire us a bit.


July 24, 2018

32 responses to “The garden is silent

  1. I agree with Frank, there’s something enduring about those thorns. There’s a chance those roses will flower again in spring. This is another poem with a Romantic sensibility that works so well for this prompt.

  2. I like the tenacity of thorns. They do endure and are good in staving off further attacks. (Check the ‘the’ in the last line.)
    There’s passion in this write.

  3. I love the easy-flow rhythm of this:

    “When ivy has strangled the plum tree
    the laburnum bears venomous pods”

    That song is one of my faves.

  4. You found gold within brevity, as I used Sarah’s list to fully embrace the sadness of love faded and pricked by thorns.

  5. I can see why the speaker is captivated by the allure of a sharpened thorn (I mean, who isn’t?) but there is a sense of nostagia tucked in there too, like a pressed flower in an old and well-loved book. I can almost see the speaker pressing their finger tips to such a rose, and make a little prayer, hoping they’ll bloom again.

  6. a sense of longing, or pain, or love requited or not … and thorns are both deliverance and defense …. a choice yes, to live on, perhaps in hope, or to relive the bittersweet and linger in pain …
    lovely use of particular flowers to denote meanings, and I really liked the image of pansies perishing in snow ….
    this is a lovely little reflection …

  7. kaykuala

    but thorns of my roses still endure.

    Protection is always helpful. It works its own ways

    Hank

  8. Ah, the way you have taken the symbolism and interpreted it is wonderful. The thorns are enduring, can they make it up for the end?! A lament-like verse.
    -HA

  9. The pretty things, the soft things (especially when said things are easily seen) are the first ones we mourn. It’s hard to see the value of the things that can (and often do) tear us to pieces. But sometimes, they are the best we have, and the only things that stick around… when all goes wrong.

    So many thorns–dangerous, sharp, natural–hinting of blooms that were… and that might be again (even if different).

  10. I love the hint of hope in this poem.. the idea that roses will flower again in spring! 💜

  11. Ouch. This is so true. A melancholy takes over. My favorite line is the murderous one about the vine strangling the plum tree.

  12. I see you took the ivy in a similar direction as I did. I love how the different elements of the garden come together in this and end in the sharp point of rose thorns.

  13. Even without reading the “code list” to the meaning of flowers, this poem carries a sense of love….once warm and beautiful…..enduring beyond time and edges of it remaining.
    “your pansies have perished in snow
    the garden is silent, the orchard is bare.”
    These two lines contain such visceral images for me…..
    There is still a painful memory of once warm love…those nettles that hurt….the cold that came….and the thorns that endure.

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