A baited trap of flowers

When I offered a bed of roses

I didn't mention the thorns

So now as my love dozes

comes the devil with his horns

Love has a bleeding heart

Angel trumpets intoxicating sleep

Forget me not, do not depart

Kiss me over the garden gate, if you wish me to keep

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

This is a cool writing.
She picked an apple from the tree and found out his true intent was evil.
The serpent sprung like a worm in that apple...and all her new wisdom could not stop the bleeding from the thorns.
Nicely done here.
j.

[Soren]

Thanks Jacob I love your new twist on this.

[Ken Simm.]

Such a flowing small love piece with so much in it.

[Soren]

Thanks Ken I thought that I would play with the names of flowers Bleeding hearts, forget me nots, Kiss me over the garden gate. Just having fun.

[Soren]

Thank you Chris so appreciate the review. Yes I know I left the second stanza purposely enigmatic for anyone wishing to dig in this garden.

[Chris Shaw]

Interesting where you went with this Soren.

Chris

[Chris Shaw]

A short two stanza poem. The first stanza came across powerfully. All roses have their thorns. The title is well chosen. Nicely penned Soren.

Chris