National Poetry Month: Roses Are Red

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Roses Are Red

Roses are red, my love,
soft crimson
or scarlet
The colour of velvet wine
so cloying
like blood
I remember the red rain
that night
petals falling
And the half open window,
breeze fluttering
spattered curtains
Roses are red, my love
bang, bang
you’re dead

© A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved

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peterjfoote says:

April 27, 2017 at 9:38 PM

I kind of was expecting a violent ending, though I was betting on a stabbing! I enjoyed it, well done.

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1. afstewart says:
  
  April 28, 2017 at 9:27 AM
  
  Thanks.
  
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mhsusannematthews says:

April 27, 2017 at 9:35 AM

I wasn’t expecting that ending. Well done.

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1. afstewart says:
  
  April 27, 2017 at 10:05 AM
  
  Thank you.
  
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