I happened across this the other day, and, as soon as I got to the end, decided I'd have to post it here.
Blue Roses: A Halloween Poem
My love has roses in her cheeks—
This always has been true.
Last week, she tumbled down the stairs;
Those roses now are blue.
Her ivory teeth, her ruby lips,
Her blush of rosy red;
Each aspect’s hue now changed, because
She landed on her head.
I loved to lay my head upon
The pillow of her breast;
A cooler pillow now that she’s
Eternally at rest.
Geneticists have conjured up
The first true-blue blue rose
I’ll have to buy one for my love,
To sweeten her repose.
Blue roses at her bedside, and
Blue roses in her cheeks;
Eternal love, transcending death
The message it bespeaks
Beside her grave, I planted
Roses red, for love so true;
But every spring, the roses bloom
A deathly shade of blue.
Is this her way of telling me
She knows how much I loved her?
Or else, perhaps, a message that
She’s angry that I shoved her.
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The Digital Cuttlefish