Hey 🙂
My prompt for today was a bit of a head scratcher:
I challenge you to write a poem in which one or more flowers take on specific meanings.
It then gave me a link to a book of flower connotations to peruse. I read up on the meaning and usage of the herb I had settled upon, then wrote a poem trying to incorporate those.
She tended my fevered brow,
Bade me drink from her drafts
Steeped in hushed folklore
And community whispers.
“The herb of angels” she said
Waving the white blooms
Ritualistically
Over my head.
I will paint her in the garden,
While the fairies run and hide
From the wind chime toll.
Not sure if that hit any mark whatsoever, but there we are 😉
Keep on washing those hands and hanging in there, and I’ll ‘see’ you for Day 12…
Monty X
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