Trampled Roses

Blurred scarlet on brown, the bed lays broken in the garden.
Roses and tulips trampled with a layer of spangled moonlight to tuck them in.
Smoky stenches of their demise waver black air.
The white sky-light smeers across cloud like soggy silk to disappear.

In the football pitch of black, at an unknown distance,
A lighter-shaded lump lays stationery.
Magenta flows to fill cracks in grey concrete driveway.
Splashes from the gashes of the inhuman shape stain slightly darker
The abandoned scene.

Ebony feline sniffs the perfumed air -
Tepid copper in crumbled earth.
She cautiously stalks the lump of cut ruby,
Ivory claws tip-toe, poised,
In circle to observe it
With emerald eyes that drift through the night.

Laying lavish like a Greek Queen on her thin, silver side,
Upon smooth marble seat of the cleft of the gutter,
Is the perpitrator of the mess.
Her edges are still sharp,
Serrated, coated in red gown
That's half-slipping off her steel form
As she slumbers,
Crumpled around her in makeshift duvet.

Mourning wind hushes a lament amongst the leaves,
Weeping branches and boughs bow, swaying heads in privacy of darkness.
In memorium, synchronised jade blades dance,
Conducted by the reluctant gusts,
Whistling a silent eulogy.