Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Cornish Sailor's Rose

Whilst walking on the Penzance beach last month I spotted these roses. They were perfect, so they couldn't have been there very long. I figured they must have washed half a kilometer's distance from the monument at Newlyn, for Cornish fishermen lost at sea. I come from a seafaring family so I felt quite sad. Roses of course have quite a packed symbolic meaning. I like the Greek story though. The Ancients knew the rose as a white, but when Aphrodite's lover, Adonis, was wounded, Aphrodite pricked herself on a thorn when she ran to help him. And in so doing, she stained her sacred, white flowers red. In many cultures, the rose has a relationship with blood and hence rebirth. So it's a fitting tribute to the many working people who harvested the ocean on our behalf. You can find out more about Newlyn and the monument at http://www.newlyn.info/content/view/764/1/ An addendum from Baudelaire in Les fleurs du mal ... "O death, ancient captain. The time has come/Let us weigh anchor!"