Drawing goodness from the same earth
he wrapped his thoughts tightly round
the stem of her life force.
Two distinct entities
becoming one ornament
In the garden of life
for the enjoyment of onlookers.
With purists reaching for their knives
to hack the ivy from
the tender blossomed rose
which did not want to lose
Its new envelope of ivy’d clothes.
But does her longing for entwining
foretell the early dying
of her finest blossomed rose?
And even if cut down
their roots are still entwining
secret and unseen below the ground!

David Taylor

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