Poem – “A Court Wilting”

A Court Wilting

Plant a rose and a garden will gestate
Be ever careful never to plant it on my estate
The blood scarlet beauty will turn to corpse black
Thorns will form wounds that never heal back

Briars and blossoms are welcome anywhere
Except for the haunted court that only I dare
All that is born here is born deceased, diseased
From its birth it is hundreds of centuries
Never spent, never seen, only bereaved

© S. M. Shuford 2018
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