Other, Poetry by Sarah

Daffodils

Inspired by Mick E. Talbot who introduced me to Elfje…

Bulbs
Sprout green
Their fingers reaching
Towards the golden sunlight
Blooming.

By Sarah ©2017


Image credits By Sarah ©2017

Author’s Note: These bulbs were in the ground when we moved into our house in 2011. Every year, I try to dig them up (I’m not a fan of daffodils) and the following year, they continue to pop up again. It’s become a bit of a household joke about the daffs’ resilience and persistence. At least I got a poem out of them this time…

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday’s Mix, 19 August 2017 – garden

Other, Poetry by Sarah

Warbling

I
hear
warbling
from your perch
high above the ground
using slang I don’t understand

By Sarah ©2017


Prompt by Urban Poetry: Challenge Prompt #1 – To Fib or Not To Fib, Word: slang

The Fibonacci sequence works like this. “The number of syllables in each line of the poem is the sum of the previous two lines: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8. “The constrained form makes you very conscious of word choice.” – PoetryFoundation.Org