A wedding day rose pale in dress
'twas as fair as the maiden bride.
Vanity’s breath in two hands caressed;
tendrils warily pruned, implied.
Quiet beauty bequeathed filled with pride.
Budding flower in light cascading,
veiled imitation none could foresee.
Blushing petals fall, brittle and fading.
Sunset bore weeping groom’s last decree.
Then into darkest night, he did flee.
A wedding day rose in graceful frock
shall charm all attendees eternal.
Apart from the bud with thorny stalk,
head silently rotting internal.
Dewdrops cloud o’er the earth infernal.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 10/11/13
for Giorgio Veneto's The rose (Allegory) Contest