Fated Bouquet

One of our very first official class assignments was to write a poem based on Maya Angelou's poem, 'Caged Bird' using flowers with the theme of Freedom vs. Oppression. We were given only 30 minutes to write, the poem had to have a similar style and length. One of the lines were used to form a new stanza for the next assignment, it can be found here.

A straight stalk, solely for one;
a white, half bloom,
considered as perfect.
Tucked in a pocket snugged
beside stiff lapels of a pitch black blazer.

A rose taken, a rose given for a reason.

Slight breeze flutters through its subtle petals
as the groom scurries down the aisle;
a distinct rush of nerves felt by the stalk
as it hears a whisper,
"Is this my beginning or the end?

A posse of roses and baby breaths
chatter excitedly, enveloped by pretty lace
and wrapped in ribbons to accentuate their colours,
In the hand of a young, established lady.

A rose taken, a rose given for a reason.

Their stalks grasped by trembling manicured fingers

"It's a waste that she will be bounded from her dreams."

"But she is priced and placed on a high pedestal."

The bride hears her bouquets whisper but remains composed.

In the open air but caged by a greenhouse;

A nursery of bred, cultured chosen roses

enjoying their budding days

till they start to bloom and

someone has a celebration.

A rose taken, a rose given for a reason.

Clipped, arranged and delivered;

admired,

beautifying and gracing ceremonies

then discarded;

tossed away to decompose,

but some get immortalised in frames and potpourri

as a remembrance of legacies.

- Swit Marie

22:20H 18th July 2016

Mt. Olympus HQ

Swit Marie is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaid
who thinks in rhyme all the time
A believer in making dreams come true, she would love to collaborate with you

An explorer starting fresh and would only give her best

She stands in the gap and will only call it quits when it's a wrap.