SY: Botanical Dissection

It’s #NaPoWriMo Prompt Challenge, and writing poems isn’t easy! So let’s give ourselves a break with a simple prompt today. Poets have been writing about flowers since, oh, the dawn of time. So today, I challenge you to add your own poem to this long tradition, by finding a flower, and versifying in its honor.

I always wanted to write a poem about my favourite flower, the Fuchsia. For the record, this prompt was not easy!

Found in the 1600s,
Undying beauty was still in discovery,
Captivated the eyes of travellers,
Hispanic flavour and tropical splendor,
Strong contrast of unknown combinations,
Incapable of recording it's coloured nature,
A scientist's fascination and curiosity.

Fixated in dual colours commonly,
Under cooling shades of overgrown trees,
Colours so vibrant and exuberant,
Hummingbirds were your favourite visitors,
Symmetrical perfection is your pride,
In a teardrop manner keeping a modest bloom,
A flower within a flower,
Flowering in abundance,
Undeserved to wither by stormy weather,
Catching dewdrops and sunshine,
Hardy at best in cooling highlands,
Shrinked by cultivation over centuries,
Irresistible choice of fine shrubbery,
Adorned pristinely in  hanging gardens.

First of the lot were Thalias,
Undeniably Genii was most generic,
Cultured specials are Garden News and the Dollar Princess,
Hawksheads painted purest of whites,
Swingtime, Mrs Popples and Riccartonii pretty in purple,
In pink is Lady Thumb with white petals,
Alice Hoffman's blooms gladly steal the show.

- SY
1359H 12th July 2016
61 Wong Clan




SY is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaids.
She doesn't believe in things that fade and fulfills the promises that she made.
She seeks the hearts of the troubled, to be a listener in times when things are doubled.
She's the kind who stands in the gap, who will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

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