River of Blood from the Roses

A river of blood

Runs through the garden

It brings color to the roses

Blooming near the bank

The green grass is saturated

By the blood as pure

As the white of snow

Blood that will stain the snow

One drop will soak through

Every snowflake and create

Color

Light will have a chance

Light has no chance with darkness

White, too, is an enemy

It confuses light

It bounces it around

Color will allow light

To have a life

And thrive in the world

In the garden

With a river of blood

Flowing for the light

Reviews

[Becky]

Incredible imagery here, very nicely done.

The meaning is kind of opaque and I think that's my favorite bit. For me, it's about struggle, both within oneself and for a cause. It somehow manages to be timeless and specific at the same time.

No specific criticism per say, but in my personal opinion, I would substitute "garden' for "world" in the forth to last line. But who am I to say it is so? It's entirely up to you.

All in all, excellent write!