29 June – Cordial rose

There is a fragrant type of rose
I don’t often see,
it grows in Irene’s garden,
its name’s not known to me.
But two years now in June
when she’s come round for tea,
she’s brought us its flowers
in a little gift posy.
This year when she left,
I remembered its story,
how all that beauty and perfume
found a second round of glory.
And though I knew from last time
the recipe would come through,
it still felt girlish make-believe
to mix a petal strewn pink stew!
But when sugared water plays with rose,
perfect scent transcends its sense,
and magic liquid Turkish delight
pours out delicious decadence.