The Grey Rose #poetics

my grey rose

Here I am the grey rose,

Never known love.

Here I grow in the mist

Grey as morning rose.

Grey world of polluted air,

Left behind as you left.

Unnoticed in the gloom,

By the gardener herself.

Here I am the grey rose,

Left only in the gloom.

Never plucked for,

The gardener,

 ST valentine herself.

Wait what’s this,

A grey hand reaching,

Just for me.

Written for Sarah’s after valentine has left the building at #dverse poets pub tonight.

© 15/2/2022 rogleach

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