For the Sake of a Rose

be in bloom

for the sake of a rose

a history of flowers

in vases and bowls

piled high with potential

and twisting the plot

i won't try to keep 

something i haven't got

7 in the evening

by the dandelion's clock

when midnight arrives

it will come as a shock

febrile and heavy 

and flirting with sleep

as thick as my shadow

and three times as steep

stretching and straining

and grasping at straws

without learning to listen 

or learning to pause

all of our stories

are cobwebs and lies

everyone suffers

and everything dies

physical comforts and 

states of desire

parlours and pageants

and funerals pyres

lovers you've gathered

and lovers you've spurned

i won't try to keep 

something i haven't earned

this treasure that has been

entrusted to me

wreath'd in her own

sweet halo of sleep

i will keep time

in poetry and prose

and she'll be in bloom

for the sake of a rose

© 2016 by Zoë Robertson. Photography by Robert Zbikowski and Vincent Fugere. Proudly created with Wix.com

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