The Wicked Come

The cottage sat daintily in the lane.

Glistening in the warm May rain,

Russet roof tiles,  glowed orange and gold,

In patch work of encroaching mould.

The red brick chimney reached tall and proud,

Chimney pots smoking lost in cloud

While  the modified ivy twisted and grew...

Surrounded by a sweet, soft petal shore,

Flowers clawed at the front door.

Black velvet tulips stood aloft and tall,

Dicenthra bled by garden wall.

Yellow pansies frowned garish and loud,

Forget- me- nots made  blue shroud

While the  modified ivy twisted and grew...

Framed by the perfect pansy border,

Green grasses waved to order,

Dark emerald blades cut short and neat,

Bowed at trees restless feet.

Magnolia rose and filled the sky

Shielding all from passers by

As the modified ivy grew twisting...

Magnolia moved in the breeze,

Tear drops sparkled on the leaves,

Branches tentatively tapped the wall,

Small red drips began to fall,

Splashed the blossoms crimson upon white,

Made a very pretty sight.

As twisted the modified ivy grew....

At shuttered window the woman stared,

Saw a hummingbird and glared.

It settled in the shimmering   vine coil

Squawked and fell onto the soil.

 Deep   brown  spotted,  golden vine  trickled red,

As poor hummingbird lay dead.

As modified and twisted the ivy grew...

The creeper crept with serpentine skill,

Moving towards the window sil,

Brown mottled vine merged with  shadowy light

Yellow eyes and hunters sight.

It found the woman watching from window sil,

Crushed her; such an easy kill,

And modified and twisted the ivy grew...

By Rainbow Reed©2010

I love how deep and dark and mysteriously wicked this poem is very intriguin I love the imagery you get by reading this poem Thanks for sharing... By Ravenluna69