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It was a seed of
Stubbornness
That caused her to
Flesh outwards
And rupture color
And leak
Precious trickles
Of fragrant sweat.
Out curled a petal
A dainty skirt
With sheen in tact.
She’d have thrust forward
Either way
But had she not learnt
The way of the world
She’d have been the
Quivering indignant thorn
Instead of the
Admired bloom.
The gorgeous artichoke flower was nabbed from http://www.kapundagarden.blogspot.com/
Fanning my crimson brow ...
ReplyDeleteBlooming marvellous. *applause*
ReplyDeleteSLM:
ReplyDeleteAhhh the duality, the ying the yang. No bloom without a thorn.
Beautiful imagery and thoughtful.
Peace,
Ridwan
Not always true, Ridwan! For example, I have a lovely thornless blackberry which produces sweet, sweet fruit.
ReplyDeleteAs the lady says, it comes with good breeding!
Gt! A crimson brow!
ReplyDeleteLol. I do like the sound of that....may I steal those words?
(You have an awfully good imagination!I reread this piece and couldn't help but laugh..)
Trt, thank you, kind sir...
I can always trust you to rise to the pun:)
Wassalam Ridwan...
Tagore wrote-
Let he who has eyes for only the rose, see only the thorns.
I've always loved that quote. So apt.
As Consvltvs sometimes says in comments on my blog: "Well-stolen is well-written." Filch away, but with caution. "Crimson brow" is purple prose.
ReplyDeleteOh Gt..... I think I've been an unwitting perpetrator of that....quite a few times!
ReplyDeleteHowever,I think your line will do very well in a Wodehouse setting.
(I give you first dibs because I'm terribly gracious like that....)
I love the words. May I post them on my blog... with acknowledgement, of course.
ReplyDeleteSince your request I have been reading your work. As a developing divorcee myself, I am enjoying it mightily!
Hullo Jane
ReplyDeleteWell! I'm Most Awfully Chuffed. (And puffed up too, think of it)
Post away with my compliments:) Glad you're rattling through- any insight you may offer will always be welcome.