Of Mum and ChrysanthemumsA Poem by Moonie~I think my heart is still enjoying autumn, even in bright May~
Autumn clusters around my house,
days cooling and shortening under the candied sunshine of mid October. I watch pickled pumpkins on the porch where there used to be pots full of chrysanthemums- long strong stems sticking out and petals full of rosette whorls-- growing sunny side up right under the nose of our kitchen window. I wonder what became of them-- were they uprooted 'gainst their solemn will or did they grow barren till they withered and died out away from my eyes under the yellow haze of a cold starless night. I was five when I saw them last-- puffed up and proud and just as free-spirited as I was. I remember sitting on Mum's lap, my hair combed and braided, and reciting their spellings for her over and over to watch her eyes twinkle whenever I got them right. Now, I think of their gleeful ghosts dancing in the afternoon sun and watching over with seed-pod eyes as I sail off towards my destiny, against currents so strong you can smell defeat in the breath of darkness, spiraling through the seasons and adapting to the madness that is life. © 2021 MoonieAuthor's Note
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12 Reviews Added on May 20, 2020 Last Updated on July 5, 2021 Tags: Chrysanthemums, mother, mom AuthorMoonieAboutIf you're a dreamer, come in If you're a dreamer, a wisher, a liar A hope er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer, If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin .. more..Writing
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