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How a Blue Rose Came to be

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How a Blue Rose Came to be

Once upon a time, many years ago,
There was a sweet and lovely -  red, red Irish rose,
That was plucked prematurely, from the garden vine;
A budding beauty, taken in her prime.

She was laid to rest, upon the death, of a lovers dream;
Upon a chest of ebony, where lie, his would-be  Queen; 
Lowered deep into the depths, of the church yard cemetery;
Her scarlet petals, wilting in the summer breeze.

Then the earth begin to fall, like autumn leaves;
Upon  her petals, and the chest of ebony,
From above her tomb, where stood the grieving groom
Weeping , weeping,  like a willow tree.


Then the sky begin  to disappear, amid that mournful cry,
As  tears - from above, fell from that lovers eyes,
And came to rest, like dew drops on that  Irish rose, 
As she disappeared beneath the earth, there in his grief below 
                                          
                            	 ~~~~~
		
In time, he laid a stone of ivory - upon her grave;
Etched deeply  - with the promise he had made:
To love his Irish Rose - forever and a day.

                                  ~~~~~

The years and all their seasons came and went
And a million lonely tears were cried and spent
Upon her grave where everyday he kneeled and prayed
And dreamed of her until his dying day.  


		~~~~

The epigram has long since faded on the ivory stone   
That still stands alone   upon her grave
Where from the million tears of love he gave
A seemingly impossible - blue, blue rose has grown.

 
 Written:  June 18, 2010

Note:  To late for the contest,
but I thought I would post it anyway. 










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  1. Date: 2/17/2011 5:22:00 PM
    Into my favs. Vince

  1. Date: 6/22/2010 2:09:00 PM
    This is a "blue" tale indeed. Nicely done, dear Elaine. By the way. My first chapter failed - no agent taker, but I will keep trying 'til I've exhausted the entire publishers market. Love, Dave

  1. Date: 6/20/2010 6:32:00 PM
    Just beautiful. I wanted to know more-who they were and what was their story. Excellent Laine. God Bless Phyl

  1. Date: 6/18/2010 7:58:00 PM
    lovely and interesting write, enjoyed the read and good luck on the contest..P.D.

  1. Date: 6/18/2010 5:19:00 PM
    Very imaginative but interesting story of the blue rose well penned. Thanks for sharing even if you were late

  1. Date: 6/18/2010 2:55:00 PM
    This is excellent. I like the flow of the words and the message. Red roses are so lovely and full of fragrance. This poem really appeals to the sense of sight and also smell. Good luck with the contest. Great job! Joseph

  1. Date: 6/18/2010 2:31:00 PM
    What a shame you just missed the contest, Lainie. This would certainly have done very well in the competition. Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 6/18/2010 2:18:00 PM
    What a wonderful narrative you spin in your well-penned poem, Lainie! Is this based on folklore, or just a fantasy you created? I found it to be captivating! Best wishes in the contest. Love, Carolyn