“Rosemary for remembrance”
…she said – and held up a sprig.
“Rosemary for remembrance” and we sailed the skies
And gathered the splashes of colour off spring.
We painted the bare grey sea
And pushed down the midday sun…
Then, smiling, we said goodbye…
“Rosemary for remembrance”
And I kept the sprig…for eternities of seconds…
Watching the wood sprites play around it
Bathing it with dew and kissing it softly…
The leaves soft brushstrokes of green…
Green for a new day.
“Rosemary for remembrance”
…and the sprig wilted fast.
The wood sprites grew cruel and cold
And left it to its fate.
Dry colours of death…brown and ochre
Because death is remembrance…
And life is oblivion…
And it’s all a screaming chaos of opposites.
“Rosemary for remembrance”…
Rosemary for life…rosemary for death.
Rosemary for eternity and rosemary for oblivion.
Rosemary for a laugh…
A laugh that I couldn’t discern from a cry…
“Rosemary…”
5 comments:
"Because death is remembrance…
And life is oblivion…".....this is so true...
Is it "splashes of colour off
spring" or "splashes of colour of
spring"?
-Samriddhi
it's off... as in pulling christmas decorations off the wall after the party's over....?
Fair enough...the only reason why I was a little tickled is because of the word "gather" .. and so I was wondering which fits better, of or off....And I also believe in that the last call is the poet's ;)
actually off just sounds better :)
and i dont want it to mean colours that belonged to spring either...
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