Dear Paladin Vampire,
I eagerly await our first indulgence,
that initial gaze into charming eyes;
All my life I have loathed being mortal,
for you daylight I would willingly sacrifice;
A courtship beyond my imagination,
rose hip covered sheets and being wooed;
We’ll leave fellow romantics covetous,
my Love offer me this entanglement!
Sunset spray painting us in the sky,
you can taste me and teach me to hunt.
Let’s get lost in a honeymoon of blood,
I’ll be devoted to every taste of it;
Sweep me away any way that you like;
Silken restraints and a neck nip,
few fathom this fetish a part of me;
My Love I have much left to reveal
must this fantasy leave me pining?
I fear more will serve to quell curiosity
so I bid adieu until you come for me;
I could wait but I’d really rather not.
Forever yours willingly,
- Melrose
Categories:
rose hip, devotion, emotions, lust,
Form: Free verse
Season's change is a paradigm
With rose hip seeds flying astray
In the dusting of the Springtime
Sweet scented thoughts of yesterday
Winter days gone with gray and gloom
Gardens filled with buddings that thrive
Bold hued flowers burst into bloom
and my memories come alive
Moments that sparked love in my heart
I cherish what they mean to me
Always on my mind; in each thought
Where you are, is where I will be
Spring revives worthiness of life
Renewing vows as man and wife
May 21, 2023
In The Dusting of The Springtime... Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
Categories:
rose hip, love, spring,
Form: Sonnet
There was, among the very distant few,
A rose-hip that was hid in desert place.
The few I mean, the greatest lights, and you,
You shone more bright than them, by some strange grace.
You were the rose-hip that inoculated
The spirits and the bodies of the lambs,
That cured and spared and healed, emancipated
The innocents. O, how hard are the jams
We put ourselves into by errant thoughts...
My thoughts, you cannot cure, but sure, I can!
I’ve mastered mine. BAH! You have trials enough.
You’ll find, these troubles, you are greater than.
You will survive it all, have tales to tell.
And sure, lady, I know you’ll do it well!
Categories:
rose hip, appreciation, confidence, faith, love,
Form: Sonnet
As a child I would place my closed eyes
in them
while she hummed Gaelic melodies
neither she nor I had words for.
Her apron, it was brown
like a butchers smock
but with not a speck of blood upon it
only daubs of fruit dumplings
and the savor of rose-hip
and elderberry flowers.
Her hands were upon her lap
and in them I placed my lips
and upon those lips
the four seasons came together
melded there.
At times, by candle light
I would read her old hands
the lines upon them
were paths of wisdom
I now but partly understand.
Grandmother had large hands
large enough for my heart
and hers.
When they closed
It was as if a flower had closed
at the end of day.
Categories:
rose hip, poetry,
Form: Free verse
British found oodles of Vitamin C
In a place unknown by you and me.
Rose hip jam
That’s right ma’am.
During World War Two kept children healthy.
Categories:
rose hip, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Limerick
Sated with savor sown in a summer past
musings are mulled with soft cider flavor
whilst caramel leaves harvest eve’s rose hip rays —
and like the wild asters
wearing the flame and fade of twilight hues
I moon ‘neath Orion’s garden
midst stars falling from comet’s bloom
Susan Ashley
October 5, 2019
Poet’s note: the Orionid meteor showers, considered to be one of the most beautiful showers of the year, peaks in mid-October and are caused by debris from Halley’s comet. Each time the famous comet passes around the Sun, it leaves in its wake a trail of cosmic dust and grit along its orbit (shooting/falling stars). The Orionids are so-called because the point from which they appear to originate, called the radiant, lies in the constellation Orion, but they can be seen over a large area of the sky.
Categories:
rose hip, appreciation, autumn, beauty, eve,
Form: Free verse
When oranges and cherries were scarce during World War Two,
School children still needed Vitamin C, so what to do?
Rose hip jam was discovered, made of roses, so cold.
By scientists, who tried hard to figure it out, big and bold.
So the jam was made from the gorgeous winter roses so red,
And it kept the sweet and the happy in children as they climbed into bed.
Rose hip jam, your vitamin C was fresh and pulp-full,
And it kept scared children’s dreams a bit more hopeful!
Categories:
rose hip, hope, war,
Form: Rhyme
I’ve a garden full of uninvited guests; time to weed.
Tobacco worm, on my tomato plant, don’t spit at me;
you were not invited to partake of my produce!
Mr. Milkweed, why do you love my yard? Your sticky secretions make me itch; I do not want you in my cabbage.
Mr. Beetle, I gave no permission for your party; your rowdy friends must go. They won’t allow my beans to grow.
Ms. Wood betony, you may stay; your nutty flavor and fresh dandelion leaves, will enhance my garden salad. It was nice of you to drop by for lunch.
Ah, a lovely dog rose; how did you know that other uninvited guests,
were giving me a headache? I’ll harvest your medicinal berries to cure it.
You too, may stay; oh, how I love rose hip tea.
With uninvited guests, you can’t be too careful or too picky. Some are good, others bad; but I will not…be spat at, without retaliation!
Here, Mr. Coopers hawk, have a tobacco worm and leave those bunnies alone! I plant extra lettuce and carrots for them.
Categories:
rose hip, anxiety, earth, farm, insect,
Form: Free verse
The Chipped Cup
She sings a lullaby sweet
Purchased on an impulse
On Camden Street
(A leap towards the hip?)
Now her bottom is stained
Reaping the harvest of
Coffee- Noir.
The fading blooms
A pastel shade of rue.
My chipped cup laments
A bygone era. Though the future
Is aromatic still- Jasmine and rose-hip brew.
Categories:
rose hip, allegory, allusion, beauty, flower,
Form: Rhyme
Velvet rose hip bud
in shadows of the hoar frost....
nature’s cure abound.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Categories:
rose hip, nature,
Form: Haiku
Hasten Summer, Hasten!,
come swiftly back to me,
come hollyhock and rose bush
come lovely picnic tea,
come gentle breeze,
come apple trees
come busy bumble bee,
Oh hasten summer hasten!
come swiftly back to me.
Hasten Summer, Hasten!
come swiftly back to me,
come lemonade, and rose hip wine,
come lime and strawberry,
come carriage rides,
come happy brides,
come weekends by the sea,
Oh hasten summer hasten!
come swiftly back to me.
Categories:
rose hip, seasonssummer, rose, summer,
Form: I do not know?
a tapioca pudding
a rose hip relish
toated bread & dripping dips
evaporated
milk with tinned pears
home brewed beer
Cor !
A English forties menu
Categories:
rose hip, food, nostalgia, places
Form: Epulaeryu
Supposition....speculation,
fruit of Eden's cultivation....
Beginning the rose,
rose hip the fruit
eventually grow,evolve
the quince....
arrive...derive the family pear
the pair now share knowledge fare....
Vine to tree,bud to flowered fruit
continued refinement from beginning shoots.....
Categories:
rose hip, mystery, nature,
Form: Free verse