Gilded Rose

by Milly Hayward   May 20, 2019


Orange blossom showers
On organza silk,
A gown fit for a princess
with skin of purest milk

Head of dusky twilight,
Curls that lock the stars,
Little gemstones in her crown,
Like tiny ingot bars,

A girl to grace the moon
Steps just light as air,
With gentle wisps of sugar
Her words can strip you bare.

Beauty may dazzle bright,
Candles melt with time.
Reason outwits illusion
When love is so sublime.

Seek not golden treasure.
Amber is not gold.
Gilded roses come to wilt
When all is said and told.

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  • 4 months ago

    by Paul Hirst

    Nothing Gilded about this write Milly
    I wish I had your poetic tounge and mind
    Lovely x

  • 4 months ago

    by Daniel

    Excellent rhyming on display; flows effortlessly with some really lush imagery.

  • 4 months ago

    by Dayo

    What a beauty! The rhyme scheme got me captivated and I must confess, like Ben and others have agreed it's nice. Good piece!

  • 4 months ago

    by Brenda

    Milly, such a beautiful write! I adore your visuals! Well done!

    • 4 months ago

      by Milly Hayward

      Thank you Brenda :) glad you liked it Much love Milly x

  • 4 months ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    What a lovely write Milly will add to my favorite. Sending my love

    • 4 months ago

      by Milly Hayward

      Thank you Dagmar much love back to you too xx

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