Contributor: Tabbitha Gordon

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Velvet thorns on the blue rose,
The courageous ladies man,
A gentleman, I suppose.

Abandoned his Kingdom, goes
To a faraway land.
Velvet thorns on the blue rose.

“Coward!” they cry, but he knows
He is not a craven sham.
A gentleman, I suppose.

His arrow is a death blow,
One arrow, one corpse: His plan,
Velvet thorns on the blue rose.

Chasing ladies with his show
Of a great Archer Frenchman,
A gentleman, I suppose.

A keen eye and reliant bows,
Most courageous of kinsmen,
Velvet thorns on the blue rose,
A gentleman, I suppose.


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Tabbitha Gordon is a fiction writer, playwright, and poet living in Pittsburgh. She speaks fluent sarcasm and enjoys watching movies while writing whatever comes to mind.