Jami Patterson Poet Acrostic

Rosemary Malediction

MY pulse falters when her shadow drags across the floor.
LOVE rots slow in places sunlight never reaches.
GROWS the hunger in the walls each time I speak her name.
WHERE she once walked, the air bends, listening for blood.
MY ROSEMARY GOES where the dead wait for me to follow.

Decoded message:
My love grows where my rosemary goes

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Christopher Haywood August 21, 2026 at 3:21 PM Perhaps I'm wrong, but what I get from your expression is that it depicts a devotion so intense and corrupted that it extends beyond life, binding them to follow their lover into death. That is a deep, steadfast commitment, love, or loyalty to, I presume, a person. - Chris