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Saffron Rose

I fell in love with the Queen of the Fair
her turquoise earrings and soft brown hair
Upon her head a sparkling crown
Adorning her body, a saffron gown
And me in my grungy, unkempt clothes…

I the crass thistle. She the fair rose
I the crass thistle. She the fair rose


Her chariot of fire rolls down the street
Siren song a Metropolis horn
Worshiping masses of ten thousand feet
bathe in her splendorous saffron heat
I stifle a sigh. An old heartstring torn…

The donkey dreams of a Unicorn
The donkey dreams of a Unicorn


Immaculate beauty. A fountain of grace.
This Saffron Queen with the angelic face
SMILED AT ME! (and also did wave)
One little smile was all that she gave
And my foolish heart, this question did pose…

What must it be like to hold such a rose?
What must it be like to hold such a rose?


But quick as it birthed, I BANISHED THE THOUGHT!
What greater evil could ever there be?
Than marring an unblemished flower that ought
To be kept unsullied, free from all rot
Through a glass clearly, I could now see…

The smile she granted, was God’s poetry
The smile she granted, was God’s poetry


‘Twas in this same land of pigs and of corn
that my heart was broken, trampled, and torn
I just a carcass. Bones all picked clean
A worn out old boot. Cast-off of Lorine!
But, now this EPHEMERAL, breath of fresh air…

I fell in love with the Queen of the Fair
her turquoise earrings and soft brown hair

…put off the shooes from off thy feete, for the place whereon thou standest, is holy ground.
                        Exodus 3:5 (Holy Bible 1611)


*Notes
-This poem structure, in terms of alternating rhyme schemes per stanza, was a lucky accident, due to having started it six months before I resumed it, thus it came to be. I am most pleased with it, and consider it a personal favorite. I believe one of the stanzas to be the greatest stanza I have ever created. Can you guess which one?
-It is conceptually dear to me because of the wicked nature of men’s hearts, and the wickedness of my own, and God’s grace that triumphs over it.
-The artwork couldn’t capture the poem better. You’d of had to be there to know.