Beauty and the Rose
by Megan Arkenberg
He is in the garden again, tending to his roses. From my bedroom
window I can see the sun catching in the gold of his hair, sparkling
along his skin as though he were carved of marble. My love did that, I
think, missing my embroidery cloth and driving the needle deep into the
base of my thumb. My love made him beautiful.
I can only wonder what will happen, now that my love has died.
Blood drops…
a beast in the garden
among thorns.
© 2008 Megan Arkenberg
Megan Arkenberg's work has recently appeared in MindFlights, The
Fifth Di... and Scifaikuest. A scifaiku appeared in the July issue of
Aphelion. She is also the editor of Mirror Dance, a small fantasy
e-zine: http://mirrordancefantasy.blogspot.com.
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