Dark Roses
Dark red was the bouquet in white gloved hands
foreshadowing the scarlet stains of dread.
If yellow be the rose of Texas land
why not give her the amber ones instead?
As shots rang out, she let the flowers go
reaching for the flesh and bone that scattered.
Thorns of human blood in a rosewood glow
pricked her heart, destroying all that mattered.
Discarded were these roses in the car
with drops of plasma blending in their hue.
If they were yellow blood would show by far
the horror of the act for more to view
-but she was given crimson tears to shed
dark roses standing for the one who bled
7/29/18
Not Just Any Old Rose Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mark Massey
Copyright © Janis Medders Tobechi | Year Posted 2018
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