Longlisted Poem 2011

Rose Naing

Royal Grammar School, Newcastle

L’Alcove Rose

Yet may I by no means my wearied mind
Draw from the deer; but as she fleeth afore
Fainting I follow; I leave off therefore
Since in a net I seek to hold the wind.

The laughs that lie upon the shore,
Of footsteps lost among the sand,
Of shoes all scuffed beside the door,
Against the old umbrella stand.
The auburn days beyond the park
A violet swaying in the breeze,
A heart of light amidst the dark,
That flickers through the sound of trees.
How can I still begin to speak,
Of fears that plague the living mind?
You plague my thoughts, week by week,
To search the chasms of mankind.
The raindrops peppered in your hair –
What need have you to ever care?
© Rose Naing

Project Details

  • Date January 16, 2015
  • Tags 2011 Simplicity - Longlisted Poems