When I was a little girl I’d spend hours upon hours playing and imagining in my Grandma’s garden. Recently I came across a photo of myself playing in her garden, and it inspired me to write this poem.
Flower Child
Amidst hydrangeas
One blossom tucked behind her ear
Bunches bundled
Clutched by her palms
She stands strong
Woodsy and Wild
Perfect for a flower child
Grandma’s garden,
She says, “I beg you ponder?
This is a garden?
Oh no, we are in the magical forest!
I’m no ordinary girl, I’m a princess.
And these flowers hold special powers.”
Purple fragrance
Dispels imagination
Fueling impartation
Taking her to another land
Far, Far Away
Where she can romp and play
Accompanying her royal highness
Nut-brown fuzzy fur cocker
“Ruddy”
Gallantly scooters
Nose to the air
Scoping the empire
Guarding against evil’s desire
Birds chant
Mantras
Enchanting spells
Dropping wings
Landing, Splashing
Water falls
Sun dancing on her face
Holding light
Twirling ensues
Pure delight
Another place
Held deeply
Amidst hydrangeas
Woodsy and Wild
Perfect for a flower child,
But I am a princess.
