Treasure Island

Lola Ridge

(December 12, 1873- May 19, 1941 / Dublin)

A Worn Rose


Where to-day would a dainty buyer
Imbibe your scented juice,
Pale ruin with a heart of fire;
Drain your succulence with her lips,
Grown sapless from much use…
Make minister of her desire
A chalice cup where no bee sips -
Where no wasp wanders in?

Close to her white flesh housed an hour,
One held you… her spent form
Drew on yours for its wasted dower -
What favour could she do you more?
Yet, of all who drink therein,
None know it is the warm
Odorous heart of a ravished flower
Tingles so in her mouth's red core…

Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, February 08, 2012

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