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NaPoWriMo – Day 8

NaPoWriMo – Day 8

The day eight prompt was to write a poem about a flower.  I have written a poem about a flower before – The Dandelion.  As shown in this poem I tend to like more unconventional flowers and so I decided to stick with the wildflower theme for this poem.  I also decided to go with another springtime flower, given it’s spring right now and the British weather is being typically British – with blue skies and sunshine one minute, and violent downpours the next!  Hopefully though, given the daffodils are in full bloom, it’s a sign that summer is on it’s merry way.

The Daffodil

Spring has sprung
And I appear
Bright yellow
Shining in the sun

Like a trumpet
For the fairies
Shining yellow
As bright as I can get

I am a sign
Of things to come
Sunshine yellow
Days that are fine

But for now it’s spring
And I stand proud and tall
Shining bright yellow
Listen to the birds sing

Copyright D M Day 2016


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The Dandelion


So summer’s officially coming to an end.  The leaves are starting to change colour, I’ve bought my new winter hat, got some mini marshmallows to top my dairy free hot chocolate with (started making it with coconut milk which is amazing!) and my hayfever episodes are becoming fewer with every day that passes because all the polleny flowers are disappearing.  Despite making me sneeze I still love the little flashes of colour that flowers give us spring through summer, so in the spirit of saying goodbye to summer I’ve written a poem about one of my favourite spring/summer flowers, which no-one else seems to like very much.

The Dandelion

Some days are cold and wet
Some days are warm and sweet
None are perfect

Especially me

I do my best
A spark of yellow on a spring day
Shining and glowing in the grass
Quite beautiful you think
From afar

But up close no
The poison is out
And I am drenched
What did I do?

To deserve this reputation
This label

The burning fire is on me
My petals
Me stem
My roots
Dissolving under the liquid fire

What did I do?

Only my best

Copyright, D M Day, 2015