Black spot

Black spot

A Poem by Soren

Out damn spot, you have killed the rose
Regicide evident in its queenly death throes 
Black spot that appears on yellow leaves
Oh heinous act, a cowardly gardener's hand grieves
An infection turned insurrection the plant does surround 
Leaves armies fallen ghosts callen from the ground
An invasion by a foreign force
Before me death and decay take their course
Birnam woods or burn them woods did they say?
Get some fertilizer, Dung in same hill today

© 2026 Soren


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I really like the personification of the "hand grieves"---
And "an infection turned insurrection"
A statement on the Black spot our country is being thought of as in current times.
Too many weeds in the garden.
j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Soren

2 Months Ago

Thank you Jacob for the read and kind words of encouragement they are most appreciated my friend
This is beautiful chaos—your words dig in the soil of decay and rot, and yet there’s a sly humor poking through the composted tragedy.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Soren

2 Months Ago

Thank you Thomas for your read and most insightful interpretation it is deeply appreciated

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