Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Beyond the pearls & blur-




he gives her a bouquet of red roses
one dozen in full bloom, she presses her nose
for sweet perfume, as she sits on her quilt
but what tingles her spine as she inhales - guilt

she starts to undress, scattering red petals
amidst their bed as passion pours & settles
like rainclouds, his lips shouting love, my love! 
but in her mind, she heard get rid of!

his lies taunt her, like poisoned white wine
songs & gifts that he gave someone else- brine
she can taste it - enough of this deception, no more!
she'll snare him first, as she grabs roses from floor

madness came on thorns of the red roses 
... striking, hitting, carving- as he discloses      
feathery promises until his blood stains white
sheets so bright, in the grim of midnight

here's a solitary rose in bloodied hands
the room's a river of black purple sands
she gets what she wants -beyond the pearls & blur   
a perfect offering:   his heart only for her- 





For D'verse Poets Pub - Dramatic Monologues hosted by Kim M. Russell ~  Thanks for the visit ~
This is an old poem I wrote back in 2011, which I have revised to have a rhyming couplet ~  

17 comments:

  1. Whoa, Grace, a tale of passion and revenge. The last line is chilling!!!

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  2. I love what you did with the rhyme. A very intriguing piece. 'madness came on thorns of the red roses': strikes a powerful, ominous chord, to what follows. Fantastic writing!

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  3. Oh my lord, that ending! Whew! That was gratifying to read. You do sinister surprisingly well, Grace. :)

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  4. Whooooo. I can see this:
    "here's a solitary rose in bloodied hands"

    Yeeesh. So well done.

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  5. Oh Grace, your poem zings with red! I love the guilt undertone throughout and then the bloody ending! I love the way you convey the frenzy in the lines:
    'madness came on thorns of the red roses
    ... striking, hitting, carving- as he discloses
    feathery promises until his blood stains white
    sheets so bright, in the grim of midnight'

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  6. Oh the rage of those roses... what a way to use the thorns to make have him for herself.

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  7. Never scorn a woman, words to live by if you want your heart to keep beating lol

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  8. Sounds good!
    Have a nice week!
    Gil Zetbase

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  9. Nice one! I especially like 'the room's a river of black purple sands' luscious!

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  10. Nice surprise ending. That is one way to keep a heart only for oneself.

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  11. I enjoyed the tale ...would be great for Halloween!

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  12. Slasher rose in my mind...very scary.

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  13. Great pacing - pulls you through!

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  14. Oh, a dangerous tale. I love it. Very well done, Grace. Have a wonderful week.

    FYI, I made the big move away from Blogger and can be found at:

    Elsie Amata


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  15. A horror so real, it is left to our imagination. Bravo!

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  16. Wow! That ending really knocked me out. Wonderful images.

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