Ruby Wedding


















Incident on an ordinary Monday



Crimson rose, your Ruby Wedding,

not a gift to me,

jewelled rose, your bounty bleeding

blossom from the tree.


Velvet bee that sweet heart singing,

trapped inside the glass,

on pane of death, your life-force squand'ring,

echoes of the Mass.


Limpid wall of stings and sighing,

communion averse,

God by woman's hand supplying

rescue from the curse.


Wings upswept on morning gilded

home on smiling rose,

in her silken petals folded,

bee his purpose knows!






Charles Napier Hemy