The blooms shroud what’s hid beneath only shapes hint the concealed as bright flowers distract the eye from a crypt absent a hearth last dwelling place for my heart only the ghosts still dwell within revenants that life will not cleave disturbing memories long deceased these echoes shroud by petal’s blades blossoms placed upon the grave.
The poem “Blooms Conceal” was prompted by a picture of a house covered by flowers, a flower house of dreams. The challenge associated with the photo was that the inspired poem would be a maximum of 65 words. My contribution provides a darker interpretation of the theme.