Me, I’m pink and wholesome
opening to the spring,
letting every bee come,
their buzzing kisses cling,
and the wild birds sing,and when my blushes fade
see how my belly swells:
in every orchard glade
where I shed my pink petals
you will find apples
This is such a lovely prompt fromLinda at dVerse – she asks us to imagine we are a flower. I wanted to use a traditional form for such a pretty prompt, so I’ve opted for paired cinquains.
The Rose
A rose is almost human –
I mean, we’ve made it so –
An endless metaphor
For skin, for lips, for secrets.
A breast is a rose, and a mouth,
And a baby’s hand
Is a rose unfurling.
The colours of the rose are human
And the language of the rose is love –
Love pure, love passionate, love undying –
Even as the petals brown and splay
They offer up their scent.
You can get drunk on roses
An excess
Of perfume, and of love.
Dandelion
Piss-a-bed
Dandelion
Gaudy as
A thumb-print
Lion-toothed
Dandelion
Springing up
Undaunted
Golden lads
And lasses
Dancing in
The verges
White headed
Dandelion
Ready for
The blowing
Tiny white
Parachutes
Drift across
The garden
Even though I garden, I have a grudging respect for dandelions.
