A rose can signify many things, but one of the main notions of a rose shouldn’t be it’s beauty, but it’s strength. Here is a poem that I read about Roses as I wondered about captioning the below sketch:

There is no escaping the storm of roses
crisscrossed on the split-cracked wall
of a dead fountain arch.
There is no escaping their uterine balls,
expanding as a reminder of the children I never had.
If you listen carefully you can hear the vibrations,
the heart drone of their petal jaw-harps.
And there’s no going back,
no indiscovery of Mars
or these red planets brooding before me,
light predators, sun-hatched
and bloodening like the fists of women
who have gone to war.

-Marion McCready

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