To Court A Rose (English sonnet)

by Ben Pickard   Oct 5, 2017

If beauty could relieve its heathen thorns
Then angels' tears would not be freely shed.
If roses didn't treat us with such scorn
Then grief and I would not be cruelly wed.
The courtship of the moon and starlit sky
Is oftentimes a dark romantic ruse
To steal the sense that may have been applied
Before such beauty left our eyes abused.
Each stolen kiss upon the woodland moss
That was our bed beneath those dreadful trees
Has taken warmth and put in place a frost
And punctured me by slow and sad degrees.
Not one of us can court a moonlit rose
Without our verse becoming broken prose.


Ben Pickard


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  • 2 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Em, I would but I couldn't stand the disappointment...

  • 2 months ago

    by S s...

    Very well penned
    And well replied too.

  • 2 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I would just like to say a genuine thank you to anyone who has - or may read - this poem.


  • 2 months ago

    by Em

    I can't comment much on this without duplicating everyone elses comment.

    Take care
    Em x

  • 2 months ago

    by Brenda

    Ben, this is just beautiful. Not only do you make these look effortless, they are truly lovely. They flow so smoothly...well done-

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