The Flower on Poppy Hill

A flower on a hill and what happens to it.

Deep in the valley, sat a hump of a hill,

and on its crest stood a flower known as the flower of poppy hill.

Its leaves were yellow like lemons,

Its bulb was brown as bark

But its height was an issue for the ground was never very far.

Surrounded by just grass and air, problems were abundant

Whirling wind could end its day and predators would salivate if they saw it.

One day the fields darkened as storm clouds conquered the sky

Rain poured, the hills melted, and the flower was buried in a mudslide.

Weeks later the hills dried up and the grasses populated the valley,

But the flower remained buried in the ruins of the hill of poppies.

Reviews

[Alexis Rikke]

Enjoyed it. Nice flow, clever wording. Easy to digest.

[Chrisanne]

Great writing, simplistic and effective.