A Tribute To Prince
When the sky is full of blood
purple rain will fall on the faces he foresaw
when he sang shrill and wailed on guitar
as nobody had ever done before.
Hearts will bruise the pain of being
with each insistent beat,
feeding nerve endings, bone deep,
blood forming fists like buds full of scent
to battle "and blossom in purple and red."
May 31, 2016
for Last Line Prompt Contest
Copyright © Rita A. Simmonds | Year Posted 2016
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