These roses on a grave in the cemetery made me stop and look twice. Surely there is no such thing as a blue rose? …
Quite right: On closer inspection, they turned out to be artificial – dewdrops and all.
The question kept nagging me: Why?
Of course I’ll never know for sure what the person was thinking who put them there…
But when I googled “blue rose”, this is what I found:
Due to the absence in nature of blue roses they have come to symbolise mystery and longing to attain the impossible, with some cultures going so far as to say that the holder of a blue rose will have his wishes granted. (Wikipedia)
And then this poem by Rudyard Kipling, which totally convinced me that the choice of grave decoration must have been very deliberate, rather than just “odd”:
Roses red and roses white
Plucked I for my love's delight.
She would none of all my posies--
Bade me gather her blue roses.
Half the world I wandered through,
Seeking where such flowers grew.
Half the world unto my quest
Answered me with laugh and jest.
Home I came at wintertide,
But my silly love had died
Seeking with her latest breath
Roses from the arms of Death.
It may be beyond the grave
She shall find what she would have.
Mine was but an idle quest--
Roses white and red are best!