This poem was read out by its author Maria Teresa at the end of the Dublin “Secrets of the Colour Rose” course. She has a poetry book coming out at the end of 2010. You can contact her at mtmir@yahoo.com
Here is the poem …
The Last Rose
She is the last rose
to bloom, opening alone
in the wilderness. Her beauty
unseen by human eyes,
her voice unheard,
she is in search of her lover
and begs the wind to carry
her scent to where he is.
Follow the trail, follow the trail,
her heart repeats,
even the stars know the way.
She longs for his touch, the sun
that will dry dew tears weighing her down.
There is more to this rose
than shape and colour.
She carries the knowledge of her kind,
love created when love and time began.
She came to fulfil a promise,
to meet her lover,
but her feet are tied down,
and she is afraid of her unfurling,
of her blooming alone
because she is the last one.
Last Rose of 2009 Vicky Wall's Garden
