Villanelle IV: The only rose

I set out this evening to write a poem using a prompt from an old favourite (Runrig’s The Only Rose; there’s a story behind why it’s an old favourite but I’m not minded to tell it now). Anyway, the poem went off in quite a different direction from the song, which starts up lonely and ends up almost positive, and turned into something that ends as miserably as it begins. One day, I promise, I’ll write something cheerful.

You are the only rose I know,
But roses wither, they decay,
Suffer the blights of frost and snow.

We walked, not so long ago,
A mellow, pleasant, sunlit way –
You are the only rose I know –

Where harebells nod and violets grow.
Oh, not long since – but, like you, they
Suffer the blights of frost and snow.

A petal drifting to and fro,
A summer’s sweetness gone astray…
You are the only rose I know.

Your heart – a full-blown, crimson show –
Has faded now near into grey:
Suffer the blights of frost and snow

And crumple, as the north winds blow
And drive the light from out the day.
You are the only rose I know;
Suffer the blights of frost and snow.

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