CRIME Poem: Velvet by Melinda Jane – The Poet Mj © Ghazal Poem

The dress was blood velvet, velvet orange.
Dressed stars of blood velvet, velvet orange.

Medusa’s hair swirled, pivots in waves for
Oceans churn, blood velvet, velvet orange.

Turbulence flitters to the wind, the shoe
Left behind blood velvet, velvet orange.

Silver birch leaves immured within rolled up
Carpet, weavings of blood velvet, velvet orange.

The walker shunned the autumn light, patterning
Under blood velvet, velvet orange birches.

Orphan of six years, had the aura of
Forlorn pools of blood velvet, velvet orange.

Aunty spoke in hidden floral language
Blet words rot blood velvet, velvet orange from murder.