Heartwarming and inspirational women's fiction
Red tulip.
A floral film star
striking an ingénue pose
in the heady world of the spring garden.
At the start of a burgeoning career
petals are pulled in tight and demure.
The next day a pout appears
and the next a big, blousy smile
ruby lips flashed wide in the spotlight.
But as with every ageing beauty
stardom fades and character parts
become du jour,
a backdrop for the bluebells,
until tired and yellowing
it’s put out of its misery and replaced.
NaPoWriMo Day 16. Over the half way mark now. Today’s poem is called Gentle Spring. I thought I’d write something inspired by the lovely weather we’re having at the moment. Although I’m not much of a gardener I do love the sight of spring flowers, the first butterflies and the big fat bumble bees when they crash into my conservatory windows. They’re so huge they’re not even in the slightest bit stunned. Marvelous. Anyway here it is. It’s called Gentle Spring
Gentle Spring
Chilled mornings
clinging on to winter
give way to almost summer
as the day moves on. Continue reading “Gentle Spring”
