Beatrix Macabre Poet Free verse

These Fleeting Gardens

Amidst the hushed whispers of a fading day 
I wander, lost, through paths rosy poised thorns 
Seeking solace in the floras sweet newly buds
Rose petals scattered, viscera of spite 
Petals that once adorned the beauty's scorn 
Now wither, like the nigh memories we cling 
To the fleeting moments of  sugar cloy
In darkness, chanting mantra whispers low 
Ennui’s eternal flame, that burns dire
A symbol of peace, in the heart's darkest night 
A secret garden, where seeds take root in fire

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Gary Radice August 8, 2024 at 3:49 AM I feel I’m immersed in a gothic scene from a Hammer Horror film. Fascinating. If these words were sung I suspect Kate Bush would be my choice. All good but I particularly enjoyed that last line: “A secret garden, where seeds take root of fire”. Cheers - Gary Beatrix Macabre August 8, 2024 at 7:42 PM I get that a lot, like a song bird.. I am glad you enjoyed, thank you for the lovely comment