Adriana Bailey Poet Free verse

The Red of the Clovers

She lay still, 
within the rot of her festering limerence,
bleeding on clovers in the field beneath.
The red of the clovers
begins to darken with the crimson blood
spilling from her wrists,
as she fixes her gaze upon the lonesome stars above.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God." 
She repeats internally.

She seems to find peace 
in a sense of nihility,
though she desires death before being.
It's almost as she yearns for the feeling
of fester and decay,
eager for the obscurity ahead. 

And with her final breaths,
she casts a parting glance
upon the clovers strewn below,
in search for any sign of luck 
among her inevitable solitude.

A four leaf clover lay
within her stilled grasp.

Yet still,
dawn knows no delay.

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Beata Agustin September 12, 2026 at 3:54 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Alison A Smith September 9, 2026 at 2:29 AM A haunting, vividly visual free-verse poem. The recurring clovers and deepening red create a powerful contrast between fragile luck, loneliness, and despair, while the final image of the four-leaf clover held in a still hand is especially poignant. The closing line, “dawn knows no delay,” leaves the piece with a quiet, unforgettable sense of inevitability.