A Rose by any other name
a trailing perennial, she
grows well with abundance
its how we all could be
She was given a truthers spell
in her second year bears fruit
with barbs that signify caution
at her root
her leaves are somewhat downy
she has that lasting will
has been struggling for centuries
in the forests she does spill
all her wondrous spirit
her leaves her fruit her soul
Rubus she has made her mark
and spontaneously her role
on rugged walls and fences
she gives of her real best
no matter what is thrown at her
she passes every test
That real true stickability
A single- minded goal
to apply herself to a constancy
within her grander role
such energy accumulates
in her leaves her stems her fruit
we can all feel that goodness
till Samhain then we ought
Offer the crone and fey their chance
to feed into her trust
her curative tradition
of really all thats just
when seasons take on a cold wind
and frost hangs on the air
a truly healing substance
Instilled in her the care
she represents the harvest
a goddess bounty she
is everything one ever wants
in life and liberty
Brighid knew of her wondrous power
she felt that constancy
And a wand of extreme protectiveness
She carried and could see
and hear in every jingle
and stanza a bright sound
a poetic inspiration
sent forth from the ground
the miracle of magic
the arousal of her flame
the paraphrastic empathy
held sway in her name
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.