The inspiration was easier and harder than I thought it would be. I did two traditional and one modern. They were fun.
Yellow
A weed:
dandelion—
fear of the past rising.
Truth is fluff of our selves— lifting
each day.
Daisies
Painted ladies
trim, set, feign.
Are they happy here—
stained?
Daisies
Yellow
eyes set in white
cheeks— how sharply fate falls
gathering outcasts in grudging
bouquets.
3 comments:
Kudos to you. Liked daisies as painted ladies.
I find cinquains always surprise me with what comes out. I like the "painted...stained" connection in the 2nd. I am drawn to the statements in the first one but not sure I make the leap with you from dandelion.
More from Flora's Lexicon (1860):
"Fabulous history informs us that the daisy owed its origin to Belides, one of the nymphs called Dryads, who were supposed to preside over meadows and pastures. While dancing on the turf with Ephigeus, whose suit she encouraged, she attracted the admiration of Vertumnus, the deity who presided over orchards; and to escape from him, she was transformed into the humble flower, the Latin name of which is Bellis. The ancient English name of this flower was Day's Eye, in which way it is written by Ben Johnson; and Chaucer calls it the 'ee of the daie.' No doubt it received this designation from its habit of closing its petals at night, which it also does in rainy weather."
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