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Blood was on the Roses

by Brian Francis


The door it was ajar when we arrived
But our knock went unattended

Peering through the windows
we saw the truth laid bare
the flame burned down in the fireplace
Death hung in the air

Police arrived, it seemed at once
Yellow tape became our cage
The hustle and bustle of a job being done
Radios squealing and whispered glances
Mixed with memories of better days

Then there were her rose bushes
Gentle blue and sweet were the flowers
Pruned just the way they always were
Only now - blood was on the roses

08/23/2003

Posted on 08/23/2003
Copyright © 2024 Brian Francis

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Max Bouillet on 08/23/03 at 03:07 PM

Powerful scene that really tugs the reader into an emotionally charged scene. Great read with vivid images.

Posted by JD Clay on 08/24/03 at 12:32 PM

This one reads like a whodunit mystery. Nice work, Brian. Will there be a sequel? Peace...

Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 08/24/03 at 06:54 PM

Yellow tape became our cage Very nice. Perhaps a start to a story? Let us knøw if you decide to continue....

Posted by Don Coffman on 08/30/03 at 01:50 AM

Conveys tragedy well and the wording seems to carry the sensation of being stunned by the event, especially in the third stanza with all the bustle going on while remembering.

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