THIS BLOSSOMING INTO BEING

the rose puts
her red armour
on

goes to fight
the common enemy
time

her only weapon
an ephemeral
beauty

three stars rise
above her head
this her last night

on this earth
fallen petal
by petal

was it enough
that she could say
"I am!"



"0H REALLY STEPMOTHER NATURE..."

I was thinking of my first wild rose I ever remember when I can barely remember myself of that time and not realising they had to leave us.

"But why do they have to go?" I asked in "does-everything-go-voice".  And my Da answered in an "Ô vraiment marâtre Nature" voice.

It was the most beautiful of summers and I couldn't believe that time wasn't endless and life but a gift given to us...

I was thinking of my first wild rose I ever remember when I can barely remember myself of that time and not realising they had to leave us. "But why do they have to go?" I asked in does-everything-go-voice. And my Da answered in an "Ô vraiment marâtre Nature" voice. It was the most beautiful of summers and I couldn't believe that time wasn't endless and life but a gift given to us...



Mignonne, allons voir si la rose
(original French text)

Mignonne, allons voir si la rose Qui ce matin avait éclose
Sa robe de pourpre au Soleil, N'a point perdu cette vêprée* Les plis de sa robe pourprée, Et son teint au votre pareil.
Las ! voyez comme en peu d'espace, Mignonne, elle a dessus la place
Las ! las ses beautés laissé choir !
Ô vraiment marâtre Nature, Puisqu'une telle fleur ne dure
Que du matin jusques au soir !
Donc, si vous me croyez, mignonne, Tandis que votre âge fleuronne
En sa plus verte nouveauté, Cueillez, cueillez votre jeunesse : Comme à cette fleur la vieillesse Fera ternir votre beauté.

Pierre de Ronsard (À Cassandre)