Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com
A Rose of Chambray
Cf. Shakespeare, Sonnet 54
Comparisons to a rose are common, even trite
The Elizabethans seemed to write with rose perfume
White roses for purity, red for desire
Innocent petals, Macbethian thorns
How, then, roses for you, rockin’ your jeans
And an old chambray shirt, barefoot at the easel
With a bouquet of artists’ brushes in your hand
And your brow furrowed with creativity
I give you a perfect rose anyway
Comparisons to a rose are common, even trite
But with you the comparisons are exactly right
Meme-ing from Sonnet 54