The Red Riddle

Color me in Cyanide and Cherry

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The Red Riddle

Where was Spring when flowers fell?
hand in hand, the dream and the child
with Persephone; in Hell.

White-veined in their shells,
blooming and oozing, tenebrous and wild
Where was Spring when flowers fell?

Whisper, deeper than a rain-stuffed well
never too ripe, never too mild –
with Persephone; in Hell.

The lackadaisy Moon will never tell,
not to the star, on either side
where was Spring when flowers fell?

And blushing cheeks with daggers swell,
and whistles rendered mute abide
with Persephone; in Hell.

With heart-strings all aloof and gasping just to dwell,
in tones and hues that colour darkness ‘kind’ –
Where was Spring when flowers fell?
With Persephone; in Hell.

Shared for Open Link Night at dVerse, do take up on the reading offered at the place!

It is 2022 and as it is evident, I cannot leave the villanelle…

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