A poem from last night's open mic...
The poppy floozing
in a regiment of wheat ...
the bindweed softly
strangling Sweet William in the border ...
the coltsfoot prancing
bareass naked on your lawn ...
no matter what you do to them,
with hoe,
or flame,
or herbicide,
you cannot keep these outlaws down
for long.
They flooze and strangle
prance and flaunt anarchic rags
slapinyourface.
Each one's a small reminder
that the wild things
that we think we've tamed,
still live beside us.
Waiting.
Great use of language and a hint of menace. Good stuff
Thank you Alistair, I really enjoyed this.
Now there's a threat... or promise !
love this Alistair, love the idea and love the phrasing