Marti Sutherland Poet Couplet

The Color of Love and Death

Crimson was the blush, coloring my heated cheeks
when tempted by the suggestive words he speaks

A crimson bouquet of budded roses I carried
on the day we said our vows; the day we married.

In a pool of crimson blood I awaited my death,
calling his name until I gasped for my last breath.



7/25/2016
Crimson Contest-Royal Ninja

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Joanna Daniel August 2, 2016 at 9:07 AM Hmm...nice use of the colour crimson:)

CayCay Godwin July 27, 2016 at 12:42 AM Dramatic - well done! CayCay

Anne-Lise Andresen July 25, 2016 at 1:55 PM - Wow, a powerful image - Very well written, Marti - I wish you good luck in the contest - hugs // Anne-Lise :)