Poem: "Mockingbird Red"

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Mockingbird Red

By: Eve Estelle

Soft, fragrant, carmine petals,

As gentle and sweet as a silken fold;

They lay upon my table still,

A silent warmth to ward my heart;

And a reminder left that has frozen cold -

Thorns prick, and they adorn the rose;

Alluring beauty, but trouble knows,

Red in all of its glory.

Now I listen close, the curtains stir -

A shadow's cast by the window light,

A familiar face I've seen before;

Lift my heart, let that be you,

Lest it break my fragile core.

Euphoric smile, butterflies fly -

Let it be your gorgeous eye;

Careful steps, I hear your voice -

But look behind the curtains stirred,

..And all you'll find is a mockingbird.

Author's note: This poem was written for the weekly Thursday's Poetry Challenge hosted by Allie Taylor over at The Depth of My Faith and was based a on three-word item prompt: Rose, Curtain, Mockingbird. (Totally hit a new record, too, by finishing this within an hour. That's a rarity.)

Thank you, Allie! :)

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