White Roses in the Hidden Night

by Erika Joy

Image credit: Egor Komarov on Unsplash

Tears of Silver space descend upon white rose petals

An Ocean of iridescent corollas; a spectral ignition 

Shimmering obscene; dainty droplets of lambency

Virtue—a chaotic harmony in Midnight’s soft hands

Her Phantom fingers comb through a warm kaleidoscope of leaves

A rhapsody of eternal smoke and the dark silk of shadows 

Reeds sway, whistling alongside the cry of the owl’s victory 

Thorns glow along with tendrils of tangible trust

Fireflies twinkle, reflecting gems of gold against a cool, black velvet world

To perish in magomancy moonlight, to kiss the sleeping white raven

              To be enchanted in the Sappho's romance, 

                        & To be the nocturnal wild roses, 

                                              To fulfill the desire to bloom between dusk 

                                                                                                                          & dawn

& to wither in Scarlet Sunlight 

                                                     In an escape from myself 

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Erika Joy

Erika Joy (She/Her) is a poetess who views the world in melancholy sweetness; finding the beauty in decay and love in tragedy. Referred to as a “Poetry Seer,” she is a young author who utilizes her AuDHD perspective to evoke introspective wonder. When E. Joy is not writing, she is baking, embroidering, repairing headstones, and enjoying nature; usually feeding the chipmunks in her backyard. She lives in Rochester, New York and enjoys going to different parks, touring Mount Hope Cemetery and finding small businesses and coffee shops tucked away in the area.