Liquid eyes as dewdrops on pinkening petal-cheeks lips suffused, smolder with promises ; intoxicating fragrances permeate sepal, buds, corolla of this exquisite Celtic bloom The sanguine Spanish sun, accustomed ever to smile upon a well-stocked rose bed of it's own reflects the radiant glory of an Irish rose nurtured by it's balmy bounty and has the grace to blush. ~~~~~~~~~ I am from Ireland, and this was written to my wife, whose beauty flourished and was burnished exotic in the warm and splendid Spanish sun - the fiery beauty of Spain, in its turn, was enhanced by her presence. Sometimes you need to transplant a rose to a sunnier place to realise how very beautiful it is.
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Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Transplanted
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P.J. Murphy poems,
Philomena,
PJ Murphy,
poem,
poetry,
transplanted
Location:
Wexford, Ireland
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