She masquerades sweetly.
Waves with long white gloves
To match her artificial smile.
Her warmth masks cold intentions,
As she enchants the unexpecting
With prerehearsed courtesies.
She clutches the rose tighter.
As the blood runs from her hand
It stains the white dress,
To her usual black facade.
A contest entry
- Sunflower's 10*10 PIF by sunflowerpoet.
300 points, ended August 31, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wonderfully penned, with excellent imagery. I loved these lines most:
She clutches the rose tighter.
As the blood runs from her hand
It stains the white dress,
To her usual black facade.
It has irony in it, and makes the poem much more enjoyable. Well-penned. Thanks for entering, and Good Luck!
Hugz,
Sunflower.
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