Bloody Sun

violet musings crash my mind

posies of a special kind

honeyed to the soul like candy

turn the page to black orchids

tunes of rock salted melodies

dancing with the devil's crush

i hold you close to my breast

for you are all of me

the darkest light winds the mind

i wear it so well twisting in it's acumen

my suit of armor has ruffles of poppy red

lacy inserts around the neck

they hung me safely inside out

if you could spy within the eye,

oleander planted in soot

pansies do survive this concrete slab

posies grow smashed within the fray

perhaps one day daffodils will bask

unabashedly in the glow of something other

than tears from the bloody sun

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

Darkly written poem- a variety of flowers struggling under a bloody sun. Beauty is not without its struggles- sometimes it struggles for its life. The one line that jumped out at me and poked me in the eye was this one: they hung me safely inside out. Sounds very much like an oxymoron and I couldn't help but reread it and shudder.

[Frieda P]

So thrilled you 'felt' that one blue, thanks so much.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

The dancing rhyme guides and excites the reader, I see many colours within the wording and a highly descriptive piece to booth! well done, good read.

[s y e]

Oh, pickles, this is daaaark! It is very powerful and dark, but amazing. I love how you can write in so many different ways and yet it is still amazing, you honestly, 100%, blow me away!

Amazing.

[Veronica Chandler]

Life tenacious clings to whatever crag it can grasp...I always wondered why pansies were a metaphor for weakness for they are some of the strongest plants and can grow under the most difficult conditions. This piece is so well written and shows just how strong life is even under adversity.
Exquisite!

[kublakhan27]

Another phenomenal piece...my list of superlatives is running low as I attempt to articulate how strongly your words speak to me...wonderful work my dear :) xo

[Pete Langley]

Very stark and affecting, Frieda. A sad place for you, I think. The flowers are not symbols of brightness but of pain, the sun only withering life....but the pansies seem to be symbols of survival and continuity. A heavy piece, love. P.

[Pete Langley]

This sounds like the flowers that mark a sad place for you, portrayed as the symbols of suffering, the sunlight not their friend but their witherer....but still the small signs of survival, of carrying on, in the pansies. Some of the images are stark and dark..."ruffles of poppy red lacy inserts around the neck". Very graphic and affecting, Frieda.

[Tai Ryens]

The only thing worse than a dance with the devil is a dance with the devil's crush. Oh my, how darkly enticing.~

[Ink]

Beautiful words used to shape such dark imagery... Very well done.

My favorite part was your description of the armor, ending with "they hung me safely inside out"

[Acucena G.]

the sound of the poem is fantastic , the poem itself is fabulous.

[Rhianne Ney]

Nicely written and well poised poem. Great job, Madam

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Rhianne.

[Rhianne Ney]

You're welcome, Madam