the wish

Written by: jan oskar hansen

The Wish 

A black rose in a dark grotto, 
a sensation; do not pick it let 
it shine unseen and let poets
 write about its hidden beauty.  
But the adventurous could not 
be hold back, money and fame
in the offering. When the rose 
was finally stolen and brought  
into the light of day, it turned 
out to be a timeworn nylon 
sock discarded by a tramp who 
had been given wooly socks by
the Salvation Army…. Mittens 
too and boots for kicking cans
down the road of seers light.
Splendour in nights of dreams,
mystic, beguiling, yet in the end
just an old rejected sock.