Winmalee, New South Wales
A world once light,
Now plunged into darkness.
And the world of men
Lay fragmented and shattered.
Discordia reigns eternal;
Lost in selfish whims and deeds,
All once pure and unadulterated,
Now tainted and broken.
The remnants of perfection
Lay abandoned in the gutter;
Swept away by polluted waters of humanity.
A rose blooms amongst the rubble,
Showered in revered brilliance.
It blossoms in the miserable gloom,
Growing boldly in barren soils;
Its fragile voice sings out,
Its beauty stark and rare;
Its petals are vibrant,
Its perfume sweeter still,
Glowing radiance within the depths of weary souls;
The rose lingers in these darkened places,
Whispering comfort to weakened men,
Restoring hope to fragmented humanity,
Man’s lost perfection a distant memory of long ago.
Bio: Madeline says that our world can be a dark place and that this poem explores this darkness and how, even in the darkest of situations, there is hope.