The Peace Offering

from a poetry tag I participate in at AncientWorlds

soft weeping crept in
from the front room

 

she dared not question
only huddled in silent dread

 

walls the guardian
against shared pain,
interwoven sorrow
harsh words thorns of anger

 

shadows flared in
her memory
when rose petals withered
in the garden and
screams fell into ruin

 

a lone shadow moved
became still, graven statue

 

she turned warily
a question in watery eyes

 

the child stood there
so calm, so somber
bruised, but still unbroken

 

in one hand, a budding red rose
a soft, silent offering of peace.

 

~Cail
(daphne)
(c) 3/22/09

Reviews

[Keagen Cole]

Two words: Well-written poem. 😉

[Alaska Frost]

This is a very beautiful, wonderful poem. I love the whole idea to it, and it is well-written, and it is put together nicely. Thanks for sharing. :)
-Alaska Frost