We search for a scarlet rosebud,
grabbing past the dreary thorns —
hidden but hopeful — pricking us
on our pursuit of that perfect bloom
sprouting defiantly for us.
The fire reveals the fruit but
illuminates scars — some we’d hoped
to hide with half-eaten candy —
not realizing that the bigger the room
the more places for serpents to hide.
I feel fortune’s poke in this, propelling us
on a treasure hunt where X
misses the mark sometimes while
our best highwater pants
keep our shins delightfully dry.
Phillip Knight Scott | © 2020
Written for the Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt : “scarlet rosebud”
Often Mumbled Musings 
Oohh I loved this piece!
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Thanks 🙂
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‘some we’d hoped
to hide with half-eaten candy —
not realizing that the bigger the room
the more places for serpents to hide.’ 👍🙏
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Beautiful! I love your imagery, and how much you pack into such few words. I keep reading it and loving it more.
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Thanks so much!!
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Of course !
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Beautiful. I love your writing.
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Thanks so much, Lucy!
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Your words just flow – beautiful!
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Very beautifully written.
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