Moon Rose

[Silver WInd]

There was a rose

it bloomed only under the moon

while its vines dug in deep

each thorn pulsed with blood

as the blossom gorges upon itself

ever fuller it grows

the seed implanted deep within

while it awaits to birth open

aromatic sweetness tinged

with bitter.

 

Soon each petal

would slip away

falling like winter rain

until the stalk is left bare

with only one sweet memory

of what once had been.

 

So the song is sung

that never had been heard

with the winds passage

fires burn bright in the skies

while the moon is blinded

and so her lover must pale

scorched by viscous sunlight.

[Wyvern]

Very nice uses of mystical and poetic imagery in this piece, Silver Wind. :-) I particularly like the segment where the "blossom gorges upon itself," as well as the end of the poem with its interesting pale sunburn imagery. The thought of the deeply planted seeds birthing mixed aromas was very interesting as well, though the word "bitter" in the tenth line felt a bit awkward to me in its non-grammatical placement. Still, this is a very nice poem Silver Wind. Thanks for choosing to share it here, and welcome to the Pen! I look forward to reading more of your stuff and seeing you around. :-)

 

With that, Wyvern rubs his claws together and begins scheming ways to harvest his own brand of silver moon roses, preemptively scribbling sketches for Almost Dragonic Brand Total Eclipse Bouquets™ and Almost Dragonic Brand Moon Crater Scent Perfume™...

[Silver WInd]

Thank you very much, I look foward to sharing my poetry here