Composed 5/6/13
Description: Something a little different. I wrote this for Aisha’s Picture Worth Your Words Contest # 3: Forbidden. The idea of the contest is to write anything revolving around the theme of “forbidden” while also using one of the given pictures as a prompt. The above picture is the one I chose. I’m pretty pleased with how it turned out. I hope you enjoy it!
Saintly Rosalinda
Spun roses amidst the thorns
With the nimble grace of her fingertips
So red and sore and worn
Even when He stole her breath
And spotted her lips with bloody dew
Her fingers spread dark red roses
Into the world anew
He stole her from the golden grips
Of heaven’s holy hands
And tainted by the air of hell she’s
Banished from heaven’s golden sands
The Monster begged for purity
And fallen, forbidden from paradise
This fellow fallen creature
Played contently for her Beast each night
For she was also doomed to hell
And, filled with sympathy,
She made her Master sweet, white roses
So He could know beauty
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