Poets Corner – The Bonfire – November 2021
Cranleigh Magazine
22nd October 2021
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The Bonfire
This cloud of smoke in other hours
Was leaves and grass, green twigs
and flowers.
This bitter-sweet dead smell that blows
Was once the breathing of the rose.
Shapeless the forms of petals fair
And slender leaves melt on the air,
And in a scent she never knew
In life, the rose departeth too.
By Eleanor Farjeon