Poem -
KILLING ROSES
Torn roughly
from unyielding ground
ignore the protest
weeping sounds
the bloody fight
the thorny
bloody
rape
The cuts are jagged
brutal
deep
the colours blur
a mangled heap
a mangled pulp
of rose and tears
a scent of
rose
red
tears
An ode to beauty
ever more
a prize held high
in maddened roar
all death is birthed
all
stinking
death
is birthed
The mother bush
wilts low to ground
we scream too loud
a mad moon sound
demons now
we scream
we rage
we cry
I kick a stone
I fall to earth
I gave you life
I gave you birth
I gave you love
You leave me grief
I kill red roses
for
the
wreath.
Marion Price(2020)
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Oooh love it xxx
Thankyou Jill...just noticed IV used the word 'earth' several times...will have to rework it...hugs ?
Haha ay this happens to me too :) xxx❤️❤️❤️
So very very fond of you lovely lady, thanks for all your amazing support ?
Aww Marion I like you loads too Hunnybun ❤️❤️❤️
This one gave me goosebumps
Excellent...goosebumps are good!!!
thankyou Gwendoline ?
Oh my! So terribly, terribly sad.
"I gave you life
I gave you birth
I gave you love
You leave me grief
I kill red roses
for
the
wreath."
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Thankyou BM...your support is always appreciated my friend?