Monday, 17 June 2019

Write-In 2019: 'Maiden’s Blush' by Jennifer Cousins

She loved visiting stately homes.

The Duke from his high window
Noticed her in the rose-garden.
She was stooping to the delicate pink blooms, inhaling the fragrance,
Eyes closed, smiling.

He went down into the gardens, incognito,
and picked the pinkest rose: ‘Maiden’s Blush’.
“Excuse me!” she cried, “You shouldn’t pick the flowers. It’s not allowed!”

Now it was he who smiled.
“But I am the Duke” he said.
She blushed.
He bowed and gave her the rose. 

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