A Black Rose

A poem I wrote for a prompt I thought I'd share. Excerpt: Petals unhinge/ silken sheets between my thumbs/ I caress the freshly dead I’ve embezzled/ and pick at new.

A Black Rose

A shade,
not a color like its kin. 
Black, a silhouette of a rose. 
A shadow.
Soft and fine, as a rose should be. 

But Black. 

Petals unhinge,
silken sheets between my thumbs.
I caress the freshly dead I’ve embezzled
and pick at new. 

My thumbs 
bleed red,
as they brush against a deadly thorn. 

Crimson liquid emulates tears, a second
there, my blood before my eyes, red upon black 
and then... gone.

Black eats all.

Reviews

[NA]

awesome work...loved the feel to this enjoyed :)

[Aisha Mnd]

Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it. :)

[Arcus]

This is a very beautiful piece. I love it.

[Aisha Mnd]

Thank you Arcus!

[Arcus]

You are most certainly welcome. Thank you for writing it.

[Astro]

Very melancholy, with nice description of the feel and look of the rose petals and thorns.

[Aisha Mnd]

Thank you astro. This was, as mentioned, written for a prompt. Thus, if it's transitions are too hasty, then I apologize.

[Astro]

Not hasty in the least, and very well described. The lines you quote from it in the description are simply the best.

[Aisha Mnd]

You think so? I believe there should have been another stanza before the one I've added in the description. Nonetheless, I'm glad you enjoyed it :). And pardon my grammar for using "it's" instead of "its" in my last comment, haha. It's late at night and the caffeine is running out of my system.

[Astro]

Only your heart knows the true meaning of your words, listen to it and if it calls for more...the heart wants what the heart wants as they say.