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A goodly rose poem, Max. Sorry yr wife had to suffer for its inspiration, but yr poem will last longer than the bites will! Andrew On 9 July 2015 at 08:31, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > Lively, revelatory little tale, Max, cleverly composed. > > Bill > > > On 8 Jul 2015, at 11:46 pm, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > > > from a derelict garden > > just round the corner > > I plucked a rose, > > took it home to her, > > > > my wife sick in bed. > > She smiled, inhaled, > > placed the rose-vase > > beside her head > > > > settling for a needed > > good night’s sleep. > > Next morning - another > > bad night it was - stung > > > > in the dark by - see? - > > those black live specks > > that came in on the > > petals of the rose. > > > > I can’t see them. > > Rose, art thou sick? > > The invisible mites > > swarmed in the night > > > > and found out > > her pale cheek > > for their appetite. > > I’m binning you quick. > > > > Aphid? - or thrip? > > None would skip > > a plant for a human. > > Rose, I acquit you. > > Wife, something > > else bit you. >