5 Images for the week, Wednesday, Wild Woodbine with a poem by – Joan McBreen
Wild woodbine was beyond my reach
in the thick hedges round Lough Gill.
The heavy scent filled the house for days
when my father brought it in
and it stayed fresh far longer
Because I loved the delicate
pink and white wild rose
he picked it too, cursing the thorns, muttering
“it dies too soon,
you’d be better leaving it alone”.
Yet once, when my mother
swept its petals from the floor
I saw him rescue one
and place it carefully
in the small wallet
where he kept her photograph.
Thank you Nigel. What a pleasure to read such a simple yet meaningful poem.
September 7, 2017 at 5:23 pm
Thank you Elelaine 🙂 🙂
September 7, 2017 at 6:14 pm