Poem by Lily Swarn
The Wild Flower
It was smiling at me from its leafy home
Virginal white with a whiff of witchcraft
Feathery,a bit uncurled,a tad shy
A dream in bridal attire
A single flower like a whole bouquet
Perfect in its own chaste allure
I plucked it ruthlessly for my little vase on the kitchen window
I robbed it of it’s breezy sunshine
I cut it off from its winged friends
The birds,butterflies and the bees
All mourned its guillotined petals
I looked back at the bleeding stalk
And walked away in a huff
Copyright Lily Swarn 8.8.2020
