My garden would be beautiful, but not complete, not without something a little out of order...like a venus fly trap, the carrion flower, some opium.
I think your Alice forgot to tell you about me.
This garden of hers is not what it appears to be.
Surrounded by roses and the sweet humming bees.
My stems perk and tickle because I know you see me.
Thirsty; I open my buds to receive the fresh rain.
Hungry; you prick a ring finger and flinch in brief pain.
I feed....you smile, in knowing I can never be tamed.
Your lips whisper out, "Grow, and take these flies for fresh game."
All this affection, I thought Alice would be jealous.
Attentive with a love that seemed secret and zealous.
Keeping me safe, guarding me with a golden trellis.
I am your Venus fly trap, hungry, bold and luscious.
A pearl in an oyster is not there by mistake. It may wonder about its creation as an irritation or it can see itself for the beauty of symmetry and the inspiration it creates in the eye of the beholder.
The fly trap doesn't put out a signboard about danger ahead. But of course if it gets self conscious ... . Tantalizing!
Thirsty; I open my buds to receive the fresh rain.
Hungry; you prick a ring finger and flinch in brief pain.
I feed....you smile, in knowing I can never be tamed.
Your lips whisper out, "Grow, and take these flies for fresh game."
....
nice lines & pretty pic. as well. well written if i say. loved it.
Thirsty; I open my buds to receive the fresh rain.
Hungry; you prick a ring finger and flinch in brief pain.
I feed....you smile, in knowing I can never be tamed.
Your lips whisper out, "Grow, and take these flies for fresh game."
....
nice lines & pretty pic. as well. well written if i say. loved it.
It's interesting to note that I live in one of the only places on earth where the Venus grows naturally. Within a sixty mile radius of Wilmington, North Carolina...she loves the wet bog and sandy soil. I wanted our State Quarter to have the flytrap but instead they did the Wright Brothers thing...what's an airplane compared to a meat eating plant? Oh well, like your poem. I have passion flowers and lady slipper orchids in my backyard. (smile)
I so feel like the insect in this mysterious plant. It stirs curiosity as well as fear since it is largely unknown by me and yet I gazed upon pictures and documentaries concerning such a wonder and it embraces metaphors I dare not list here or else this comment will be mighty long, but regardless this was written to perfection.
Interesting concept, as always. The fresh ideas never end with you, thankfully :)
I used to have a venus fly trap when I was younger- I would go around the house catching flies, which I got pretty good at.
Awesome writing!
Such a dangerous aura a Venus fly trap carries...yet you have masterfully set the scene beautifully here distracting the predator from it's blissful surroundings.... before the unexpected happens........
calm before the storm for those who don't hear will feel....
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