My poetry

I just won a tie for third place, a woman who is the member of my poetry association I belong to, placed a competition before us, and I entered it. She required only the poem in which we were to write, relate to the picture she had up, of a blue rose. So, this is what I came up with, quickly, for I was almost not going to make the deadline :) I guess it went well though anyways! Please tell me what, if anything, you think or feel when you read it!!

The Blue Rose
secretly grows
upon a Hill of Heathers
where?
seldom do know

Songs speak of its
existence
but few have lived to see
its rich blood blue petals
smells of sweet ginger and honey

The legend has it
the blue rose can cure
a thousand different ailments
although, I am not
sure

My Grandmother told me
if you eat three petals
before you sleep
the disease which
infects, out of you
it will seep

Not many have heard
the powers of the
blue rose
for it secretly grows
where seldom
do know