Yellow Rose of Flanders




From the soles of my walking shoes, I shake you out and  s c a t t e r you.

In my sole, a part of you remains.

I find a tool, dig you out, keep you close -

potted and thriving, you grace my front door.



Every day, on my return from work, you greet me.



In the trenches of Flanders, you were grated into m i  l  l  i o n s of pieces,

one of which, must surely have found me

and brought itself back home

to England.



Your soul in my sole.



'Yellow Rose' courtesy of Pixabay.com
A yellow rose.



Sourced.



Living.


Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019


Inspired by a reading of 'I hear a dog who is always in my breath', by Samuel Ace.







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