Yellow Rose of Flanders

From the soles of my walking shoes, I shake you out and  s c a t t e r you.

In my sole, a part of you remains.

 

I find a tool, dig you out, keep you close –

 

potted and thriving, you grace my front door.

 

 

Every day, on my return from work, you greet me.

 

 

In the trenches of Flanders, you were grated into m i  l  l  i o n s of pieces,

 

one of which, must surely have found me

 

and brought itself back home

 

to England.

 

 

Your soul in my sole.

 

 

‘Yellow Rose’ courtesy of Pixabay.com

A yellow rose.

 

 

Sourced.

 

 

Living.

 

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019


Inspired by a reading of ‘I hear a dog who is always in my breath’, by Samuel Ace.

 

 

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