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27 Apr

The Woman Who Loved Roses

The Woman Who Loved Roses 

 

Francis Duggan

 

Francis Duggan (1946 - ) is a contemporary Australian poet. He hails from Koroit in Australia. He has carved out a niche for himself with his inimitable style of writing. His poems are wonderful expressions of a beautiful mind. “The Woman Who Loved Roses” is a short poem of sixteen lines with a simple rhyme scheme aa bb cc dd. Quietly the poet asserts that the memory of a person lives long after he/she is physically gone. In memory, the beauty of the rose gets transmuted onto the woman; that beauty rarely fades. For the poet, memory is a register of the sacred past.

 

The woman who loved roses - where might she be today?

'Twas said she left our valley for a land far away

At daybreak she hears the birds sing in the quiet of her bedroom

And out in her front garden the rose trees are in bloom.

 

The colours are amazing the red and pink and white

And the purple and the yellow make for a pretty sight

She waters her flower beds and her rose trees before the heat of day

In her garden by the meadow that smell of new mown hay.

 

The woman who loved roses has not been sighted for some while

She was a lovely lady with sunshine in her smile

Around our old green valley her was a well-loved face

We missed her for we loved her and none to take her place.

 

The woman who loved roses she passed on years ago

And above where she is resting a little rose tree grow

Yet she has been seen often in her garden far away

Watering her flower beds and her rose trees before the heat of day.

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