A Blooming Rose

A blooming rose 

Sits on my windowsill

Watering can in hand

I feed it well

It opens to me

A beautiful red

A damning colour

Beauty can be bad

A watereed rose

A drowned wife

Such an event

Enraged me so

That when I next saw

A blooming rose

Waiting on my sill

I left it to die

And watched

My world prosper

Without letting 

A cursed rose bloom. 

Published by Hannah Rachel

I am a Writer from the North West of England with a passion for books, writing, art and everything creative.

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