“Please select
Me!” She wanted to direct
The gardener as he scanned,
Hand
Already
Full of flowers, gaze steady.
He looked for one final bloom.
Gloom
Just settled
Over her. Her gold petaled
Head drooped in an oh-so-sad
Bad
Way. Downcast,
Rejected, again outcast,
Passed over. But then he stopped
Dropped
His pruner
“I wish I’d seen you sooner,”
He said to her. “You are sweet!
Meet
Your sidekicks.”
[snip!] She joined the spray, transfixed
By the beauty around her.
“We’re
Delighted
You can join us!” She sighted
A welcoming rose and mum.
“Come!”
This is for the W3 challenge this week. Heather (Sgeoil) challenged the participants to do a little personification. I had an idea for a flower being plucked from the garden for a bouquet (inspired in part by the bouquet that was on my bedside table when I stayed at my son’s house). My idea involved going in that sacrificial direction of losing life for the sake of something bigger. But, as you can see, it went in a totally different direction.
I wish I understood my own process.
AND — because I like Celtic forms, I went with a Deibide Baise Fri Toin, and Irish form with aabb rhyme scheme and syllable count of 3-7-7-1 for each stanza. The first two lines rhyme on a 2 syllable word and the last two lines rhyme on one syllable.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 
Wonderful and sweet poem. It captured what it’d be like to be a flower well. I loved expressing that new perspective. Made me feel happy too 🙂
Experiencing that new perspective*
Thank you so much for your kind words and encouragement!
Lovely poem and story.
Thanks, Sadje!
You’re welcome
Sally this one is such a rollercoaster of emotion!! And yes I got caught up in the drama of being passed over and then in a surprise to be chosen! Wonderful!!
Aw, thanks! So glad the poem worked😊
Such a fun perspective of the flower joining the bouquet. Lovely!
Thank you!
Sally, I love how your lovely imagery of the drooping petals and subsequent elation upon being noticed conveys themes of resilience and belonging!
~David
Thanks, David!
Sally 👋🏻
I just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by Lorraine Lewis (blindzanygirl) is now live ~ hooray!
Enjoy 😀
Much love,
David
Oh, the flower had me hoping for her, and in the end she got her wish. Sometimes we have no say in the direction our poems take. It’s as if they have a life of their own. Thanks for the introduction to this form.
I’m so glad you liked it, Heather!
How beautiful, Sally! 💞💞💞
Thank you, Dawn!
This form worked perfectly with your idea!
We all want to be chosen for one thing or the other. How well you told that flower’s story. It’s our story. I love it, Sally. Xoxo