Scar on the Cheek: Judas’ Betrayal

Scar on the Cheek: Judas’ Betrayal

Scar on the Cheek: Judas’ Betrayal 1920 1449 Prasanta Verma

The kiss on the cheek
planted swift, turns
to thorny scratch, burns
long and thin, drips

red on black dirt.
Fragile petals live a breath
away, a thin vein from death.
Roses keep distant,

far from drawn swords
ready to impale petal-skin.
Repent and attempt
to pluck stems

of delicate short-lived beauty,
for arrangements in a vase,
that fragrance may erase
the scent of love’s demise.

But watch when red drips:
seeds bloom anew,
emit ethereal perfume, transform
into wild, vibrant, hybrid,

blood-red rose. Are you a rose?
Are you a thorn?
Or one scratched by scorn
of deceiver’s kiss?

Show me your scar.

 

Prasanta Verma

Prasanta Verma is a poet, writer, blogger, occasional artist, and aspiring author. Born under an Asian sun and raised in the Appalachian foothills in the southern U.S., she is currently digging out of snow piles in the upper Midwest. She is a mom of three and coaches high school debate.

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