photo by Ed Ross |
Scarlet Rose, that's what she was called
In fact nobody even knew her actual name
Her beauty stunned man and woman alike
The very beauty you see in this frame
She was like a gift from God
Always smiling and spreading joy
Some men wanted to capture her
But she refused to be any one's toy
She loved people for what they are
Helping everyone and sprinkling pixie dust
As long as one had a heart
Falling in love with her was a must
She never spoke anything about herself
But her eyes always said a sad tale
She made up for it by smiling too wide
And singing beautifully like a nightingale
She always wore a dozen roses in her hair
They remained strong in their desired place
Many longed to be her silky tresses
And yet she turned them all away with grace
Nobody knew where she stayed
But when she sensed troubled she was here
Laughing along making others laugh
Helping people let go off their fear
No one was sure if she was an actual person
People were just happy having her around
And one day she just disappeared
For years she was no where found
All that remains is this sole picture of hers
Her presence is still felt like she left never
Scarlet Rose, that's what she was called
She'd be remembered today and for forever
Written for Magpie Tales: Mag 301.
Beautifully written on the mystery woman that she was:)
ReplyDeleteThank you Vishal!
DeleteSuch a vivid character sketch. Nicely done, Soumya. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Shantala :)
DeleteThere's something haunting about this picture and your poem just takes it to the next level. Makes me want to look at her face again and again.
ReplyDeleteSame thing happened to me too.
DeleteWas she real?
ReplyDeleteYour guess is as good as mine.
DeleteWow! Such a lovely poem. Beautifully written Soumya :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Reema!
Deletelove that mistery !
ReplyDeleteNice combination of picture and poem. Beautiful !
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done. Love that you kept the mystery till the end and left it to us to imagine the rest
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