Image courtesy of Terry Wild Stock from Google Images
Blue Irises, tall and proud, stand guard at the gate.
They gently tempt the young child.
She cocks her head and listens with her heart.
She hears them whisper, “Come near my dear…
Let our beauty entrance you…
Let our fragrance intoxicate you.”
At the tender age of 6 she could not be
expected to resist this siren call.
She approaches the picket fence and slowly reaches out her hand
To pull the precious flower close to her…
The reverie was short lived.
Bang!
The sound of the screen door hitting it's frame
reverberated through the air
as the blue haired lady with the humped back
shot off her front porch.
With broom in hand, she shouts threats and obscenities
that no child should be privy to.
Confused as to what her crime was,
The child had no choice but to run.
And so she fled, teardrops scorching her soul.
The blue irises hung their heads in shame.
I am participating in Ms. Jenny's Rainbow Summer School, where we study the colors of the rainbow. This week's essay deals with a childhood memory regarding the color blue, our color of the week.
22 comments:
such a roller coaster ride of emotion...well done.
I adore iris, so beautiful.
Steven Anthony
Man Dish~Metro Style
Life in the fish bowl
i love when objects are given human characteristics--'hung their heads in shame'. beautiful.
Wonderful. What a poem from the innocence and beauty of youth to the loud raucous elderly. Excellent blue post (I really like the blue hair).
Teresa
oh how sad...a wonderful write polly...i feel so for that little girl and fo rthe lady that would keep her from the wonder...
Oh! She should have been allowed to take some home.
oh! poor child ...
the only the should be hanging their head in shame is the grumpy fool who yelled at her.....poor child...bkm
How sad but wonderfully written.
What great imagery in that poem!
BANG!!!
Felt like that when the blue-haired lady intervened between the irises and the girl!
Sadly, there are many like that blue-haired lady!
Now I wonder what prompted this piece: real life or the muse.
Joy always,
Susan
Very true to life, I'm sorry to say. I think I've been that little girl...
Great job.
=)
Fab I love blue Iris
Your vignette of this childhood experience gave me the chills.
I heard the sound of that door slamming as I read it. Wow, that brings back memories of childhood. Beautiful post!
My favorite blue post so far, Polly. You're so versatile. Your imagery is fantastic!
What a horrid thing for a six year old! I'd have been scarred for life. Nice that you could turn it into such a tender poem for us. Nicely done, Polly.
Well done, Polly. I always enjoy my visit here.
Remarkably good work!! Fantastic! Peace and blessings
I'm wondering if that was based on a true event back in your childhood? Very nicely done. We used to have Iris in NJ, but I don't see it here.
Beautifully written. I was right there with her.
Polly! I have a jumbo pack of TP! You wanna go TP her house with me?
Geez.
Some people. Why do they even bother putting beauty around the house of such nastiness?
OK. I might be over-reacting just a bit...but grrrr...
Thanks for an adrenal provoking link to Rainbow Summer School's BLUE!
A+
Beautifully written post, Polly.
Very powerful!
Loved the vivid images this post conjures. You are one of the best!
Have a nice Sunday!
B xx
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