As Blood to Snow

The rose as the world, placed upon it.

A rose of glassblowing transparency...

air-born as the color eyes see

when closed to the sun.

Petals pressed open shatter in place...

as red silk intermingled.

The color of passion and alarm,

that an earth transpires--rose...

occasioned by that transpiration.

Put to amnesiac white wings--

aftershocks of contrast...as blood to

snow, and all it angels.

Konstantinos Mark

Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

'Petals pressed open shatter in place...
as red silk intermingled.'

some lovely description in this, you capture the delicacy of the rose, loved the imagery you chose, a winter poem. Stunning!

[Wolf's Dark Song]

Seems like there's a lot of pain in this yet its full of extraordinary beauty as well. Impressive writing.