damaged petals
hedge taunts
cloche
barricading words
scissored rose thorns
fell piercing
bleeding epidermis
dry
that was
then this
is now
no thorns
no cloche
required
forgotten rose
your memory
wilted
sap renewed
pulses
through my
veins
this new garden
welcomes me
we blossom
you and I
For three miles every morning Rose and Henry walked through the newly settled town to the School House.
Their mother Elizabeth dressing them best she could, the day of worship reserved for wearing their ‘best’.
As instructed by their parents, they talked to no-one, held their books of learning and each other’s hands.
Quiet in nature, their family circumstance brought no smiles to their young faces. Newcomers that arrived daily into town, some not welcoming nor friendly in appearance, jeered and passed comments, Rose and Henry stealthily walked on, ignoring their taunts.
One afternoon Rose and Henry did not return from School, the law could not explain their disappearance. Elizabeth’s grief could not be comforted, hanging herself in the parlour, she ended her life.
To this day, Rose and Henry are still seen walking the street to School.
Elizabeth watches them, cries and waits, till they found their way home to her.
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150 words – I so wanted to include more!
Thank you Angela at Anonymous Legacy for another fantastic photo to work with.
Ramblings From A Mum 