The Deweeding

A whisper

a dandelion seed

glides gently

upon the breeze.

 

Wafting

waiting

for someone

to snag it-

Wish upon

and set it free-

with the gentle

blow of

their sweet breath.

 

Scented

desperately-

The stench of tobacco

and the fear of the

Gasping

Lion's head-

left behind

once it was tugged

roughly from its

Grassy mane.

 

A day's work unfurled

and

glid

upon

until tomorrow.

 

When again the

sun arises

and the dirty toil

begins once more.

 

 

Reviews

[OT]

ooo the dandelion as a lions head! certainly a most creative thought! ha - I love the idea of the seeds blowing away on the breeze - seems peaceful - then the added touch - the scent - the gasping - the release almost - the "dirty toil" - so many turns in this one - I like!!

[Aidz]

The lions head conjured visions resplendent, the whole write filled with a silky softness... loved it

[Wicahpi]

I like to pluck them when they turn white and blow
the seeds to the wind (bad girl, I am)

fun write

[Emily B]

oh, such a big wish for such a little seed on the wind :)

I love this, thanks for sending it to me