Shadow of a Rose by: Nuala Molloy Moran

Rosa blu google free images giant rose


On Old McKenzie’s trellis near the outskirts of town

Held a prize flourishing, not quite showing its crown

A cloudburst of rain at just the right hour

In a moonlit night gave away with the power


From twilight until dawn, the rose slowly glowed

Jubilation upon morning when it’s beauty showed

Mr. McKenzie was up early and spotted its glory

This begins the passage of the special rose’s story:


No florist would lay a hand on the rose

No market would even get a sniff with their nose

The bountiful rose had a healing quality

Old McKenzie said it was one for humanity


The rose made a journey to the hospital ward

Everyone that passed remarked on the rose each adored

A man had no family, no friends, and thought he would die,

But as he saw the rose from Old McKenzie he let out a sigh.


“This rose is called charity, and it’s my gift to you,”

McKenzie told him, “a perfect rose, so far and few”

The man thanked him but said it would be a waste

For the rose to die there in that dreadful place


Old McKenzie said goodbye and left it at that

So there next to the man the rose of charity sat

The hospital staff came and went admiring the rose,

While there in the shadows was “the man no one knows”


The healing comfort, the feeling of love’s beauty,

Started curing the man, as was the rose’s duty

He left the ward smiling, taking with him the flower

Leaving completely healed, he felt love’s special power


The time in the ward gave him thoughts of a master plan:

To build back our fortress, our nation, this was our man

The soldiers came home safely with their abilities

Old McKenzie said the rose was one for humanity


By:  Nuala Molloy Moran c 01/01/2008

(I worked for hospitals for 17 years and I am still in healthcare)

Photo:  Google Free Images Giant Rose – Rosa Blu



Extraterrestrial Brilliance by: Nuala Molloy Moran


Extraterrestrial Brilliance


Father was a massive star undergoing nuclear fusion when his gravitational collapse occurred.  Mother was a neutron star heating up and was close to him at the perfect time.

They soon became stellar companions and carbon fusion ignited them in the night.  This resulted in Supernovae so superb thus outshining the sun with their magnificent explosion.  The result was more than a clandestine moment, I would have to say.

I was then born—a Supernova remnant made of gas and dust.  Yes, a star was born.  Time stood still for me as I roamed the galaxy.  I was then orbiting the sun and became an asteroid.

I ventured out of the galaxy and became a comet sailing through the sky and was a rare sight.  I found myself plummeting and my pre-solar grains being buried deep into the Earth with me.  I was between the crust and the Earth’s mantle and there I stayed for what seemed like forever.

What a stroke of luck.  A volcanic eruption took place and I was brought closer to the uppermost of the Earth’s mantle.  The magma brought me higher and higher and the magma and I drifted upward together.  Finally, I was at the surface of Earth.

I was a formed carbonato and had fallen from my interstellar environment:  A nano diamond of extraterrestrial origin.

The miners found me.  Being an uncut diamond, I was not showing all my prized optical qualities.  No diamond in the rough can ever achieve full potential alone.

Soon the flawed material, the matrix was removed and my lustrous brilliance was unveiled.  I was soon admired for being so optically isotropic and dazzling.

None would know the story of my Supernovae parents, of my living in the galaxy and orbiting the sun.  They would know I was pulled from the dirt and the mire.  My luminosity and radiance would not be compared by any other stone.  My past, my present, and what I endured was for me to know alone.

This I knew though, I was born to shine.

Words written by:  c Nuala Molloy Moran

Later, this was turned into a spoken word piece with Music/Performance/Production by:  Newell Bate)  Penny Danger –Demo-Licious CD, released c July 13, 2010, All Rights Reserved . Hear it – #12: