The Wild Rose

She was just as beautiful

As a rose in the gardens

Red and clear

Yet thorns ran deep

The day he came

Was the day she fell

Once again, 

into his arms

The next day bright,

he gifted with a flower

The flower she grew as

A red rose,

red and clear.

The third day,

he ran by the river.

She gazed into his eyes,

and went to look into her reflection.

She didn't see him.

The blow was quick,

and the death was not.

Slipped into the river,

with a single rose.

Between,

her teeth.

Author's Note

A poem based on an urban legend called Elisa day!

Reviews

[dan]

Limno, Wow what a stunning write! From word 1 to the richly appointed ending this piece bursts with a raw intensity that seems to sizzle toward the conclusion. I'm actually having trouble finding the right words to do this piece justice so I'll just go with GREAT! This goes into my library favorites now. Thank you for that. take care...dan

[sereenaoutloud]

Limno this is awesome , The imagery you create is brilliant and i really didnt expect that ending, it totally got me lol
Well done !!

[AaronFreitas]

I love the imagery in this write... imagery always makes it enjoyable for me. Good work :)

[Pratik Mishra]

This is a good poem. The end was unexpected.

[Jamestown]

Awesome piece!
Imagery is really good,
top top bottom fun:)
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Willard Wells]

I like it a great deal. funny and puts a smile on the face and you can't ask for much more than that out of life and a poem. Thanks for sharing.

[Pushkar Prabhat]

WoW!!!
awesome write....
enigmatic narration.....
urban legends make for a great story!
i loved it!!!
:)