Holly picked flowers for her mum
from the backyard bed unattended
only to watch as her mother
made a wish for a bigger house
blew, then threw the stems away
only to approach the scarlet rosebush
and proclaim them a better choice
pick, then prick her middle finger
Holly gathered flowers for herself
and ran inside her safe castle.
@laurie kolp
Poetry inspiration: One Single Impression (Weeds), Carry on Tuesday (No place like home)
7 comments:
beautiful...
I liked that!
Lovely poem and liked the choice of the title too!! Beautiful imagery too!!
Hi Laurie. Thanks for leaving a comment on my post 'Tomorrow' on my blog. Please don't think that I'm in no way avoiding your site. I simply don't have time to comment on all the contributions to Carry On Tuesday. Where you've seen my name, it's usually when I've commented on the work of somebody who is a regular visitor to my site, 'keiths ramblings'.I realy appeciate the way in which you visit COT on such a regular basis. Your piece here is absolutely delightful, even though you've used the prompt purely as inspiration rather than incorporating the actual words into your work. I hope you'll continue to join in.
Thanks for stopping by!
Proving once again, Laurie, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Lovely poem.
sweet ...lovely!
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