he gave her a bouquet of red roses
one dozen in full bloom
pressing her nose close
she inhaled guilt
she scattered the red petals
amidst their bed as passion flew
he shouted his love fealty
she heard betrayal
madness came on thorns of the red roses
... striking, hitting, carving
until blood stained white
inking color into blackest night
solitary rose in bloodied hands
shifted from red to deathly coal
succeeding in what she wanted
his heart belongs only to her
Author's note: This post is for Poetry Jam hosted by Kat Mortesen. The prompt is about flowers but something dark, nothing pretty or flowery. Please check out what the others are jamming about this week.
About black roses: They don't exist in nature but the color is created due to cross breeding. The flowers called black roses are actually shades of a very dark red color, purple or maroon. To deepen a color of a rose place a dark rose in a vase of water mixed with black ink.
July 21, 2011 Update: This post has been offered for d'Verse - Meeting the Bar: Critique Friday. Based on the comments, I have revised the original post.
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