The Wilting Bouquet
In thy clearing laden with lavender
Decays lonely my heart in your basket
My fresh crimson blood marks this calendar
Of the day you stole my priceless casket.
Sweet breeze ruffles thy locks, dreamy caress
Yet your love is dark wine, never plenty
Eyes wander far, yet your hand shan't digress
Roses in my quarters from your gentry.
Poppies praise your lust for aimless conquest
I too wish my sword through thy beating heart
Ballroom dancing, your hands on my back rest
I wish I never played this princess part.
Pray me a sunflower, void of your sun
This poison pull a drug, to which I run.
Written by Ammarah Siddiqui
About the author- Ammarah Siddiqui is a poet who spends her time volunteering, reading and trying to conquer writer’s block. Her work often relates to social justice causes she is passionate about.