It was Saturday night and I’d settled in to my palatial accommodations on the Camden Road. I’d had a great first day at the Twin Peaks UK Festival, the highlight of which, I think, was hearing Chrysta Bell sing this fantastic song, Blue Rose.
I was going to write a post about the first day but I decided to do a poem instead. I soon got tired out and went to sleep instead. I’ve only just finished the poem now, a week later. It was just something quick. Hope you like it.
The Lady of the Blue Rose
Upon a stage she stands
The lady of the blue rose
To the heavens she lifts her hands
And with them all our worry goes
For when that plaintive, ethereal voice
Pierces silence with such words of love
All motes of dust seem held without choice
Hovering in awe in the spaces above
Each breath of ours is in that moment halted
Waves of sound sent skyward beyond time
Every note escapes and then’s exalted
Combining in our hearts, her tender rhyme
Our lady of the blue rose
Who stands before our hushed and reverent crowd
Pale beauty and such talent shows
As this angel speaks to hearts and souls aloud
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