Out damn spot, you have killed the rose
Regicide evident in its queenly death throes
Black spot that appears on yellow leaves
Oh heinous act, a cowardly gardener's hand grieves
An infection turned insurrection the plant does surround
Leaves armies fallen ghosts callen from the ground
An invasion by a foreign force
Before me death and decay take their course
Birnam woods or burn them woods did they say?
Get some fertilizer, Dung in same hill today
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Author:
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Offline) - Published: February 2nd, 2026 03:09
- Comment from author about the poem: One must know Macbeth to appreciate this one and little rose gardening would help as well. Black spot a common fungal rose disease where all damaged leaves and wood must be removed to control it
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- Users favorite of this poem: GenXer Sharon 🙏🍀, Paul Bell, Tristan Robert Lange, Teddy.15
- In collections: Guilt, History, Nature, Poetry/art.
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Good write SB.
Thanks so much Orchi for the read and comment its appreciated
an infection turns insurrection ... I appreciate the social metaphor !
Thank you Lorez for the quick eye and review it is appreciated
Shakespeare reviv'd. Out, damn'd spot ! Birnam Wood... Dung and hill : dunghill... The rose was destin'd to ramble : Rambling Rose..
Thanks so much for the read Soman and for catching the references it is most appreciated
Why did it make me feel royalty and roses are as useful as each other? Of course I am wrong 😞. Loved it.
When in bloom at their point of beauty is one thing but the thorns and disease that comes with them is another. Thanks so much for the read and comment my friend
Any gardener would appreciate this verse. Well poetically said. 👍🏼
Thank you so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated. Are we not all gardeners in one form or another?
Beautifully rewritten!!!
Thank you Shamrocker for the read and comment. We all borrow our ideas from some place why not be transparent instead of hiding them under a pile of leaves. In fact the very point of their familiarity at times gives more power to the piece. You are most appreciated my friend
The biggest threat to my garden is unfortunately me, I'm like the mad scythe guy.
Plans are forming in my head for this year, and already I can see the garden in the distance legging it.
My thumb is camouflaged so I can sneak up on it without it seeing me. Unfortunately the fungus and bugs have already made a preemptory attack and only spoils are left. Thanks for the read Paul it is most appreciated
Soren, this is satire rooted in rot. Shakespearean ghosts, martial language, and the blunt pragmatism of fertilizer all collide to show how decay, neglect, and remedy coexist. It’s clever, irreverent, and pointed…as well played as Lady Macbeth herself! Fabulous write, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan sparked by a blight of black spot on my roses due to rainy cool weather it brought to mind Macbeth and the out out damn spot guilt at its best. Appreciate the read my friend and the analysis.
Most welcome! Nothing like nature to inspire.
🤣 Such a wonderful poet you are my dear sorrenbarret 🌹
Most kind Teddy it is appeciated
Great little rhymer Soren. While I do get the Macbeth reference (done him at school) I would think any rose cultivator would be pricked by this one. Me? I'll stick with geraniums....
Thanks Dave for the read and comment. Yea I really prefer orchids myself
Out damn spot indeed soren, those spots are everywhere in modern ife.
Andy
Thanks so much for the read Andy it is most appreciated
Macbeth rewritten as a gardener’s lament, very sharp.Horticulture has turned high treason... so sad no one writes poetry on it.
Thank you Aman for the read and comment yes might as well borrow a little fertilizer from the bard.
Anything that kills a Rose is a scurge. Well Said.
Thank you Kevin for your review and words of support they are most appreciated.
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