Plants weren’t watered while I was gone
My son forgot
The geraniums were wilted
So jilted, fraught
A good watering – life appears
Or reappears
I should say – its posture improves –
Life moves, cheers
Yes, cheers my heart. All is not lost
Tiny buds burst
Within days — I am delighted
A righted thirst
The W3 prompt this week: Write a poem of three stanzas inspired by the phrase ‘A Wilted Flower’ —Rhyming: Optional
The story in the poem is true. I didn’t know I needed to tell my son to water the plants. Geraniums are so resilient. I wish I could say the same of some of my other plants.
I chose another unpronounceable Irish form: the decnad cummaisc, a form that employs quatrains with both end and internal rhymes. Here are the guidelines:
- Four-line stanzas.
- Eight syllables in the first and third lines.
- Four syllables in the second and fourth lines, which both end rhyme.
- The final word of line three rhymes with the middle of line four.
Thank you for water. I’m glad your flowers revived
Water is pretty amazing, isn’t it?
Very 💙
Hi, Sally 👋🏻
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by the brilliant Nigel Byng, is now live!
Enjoy! 💖
~David
Sally! This is both technically beautiful and the story of resilience a wonderful metaphor for this crazy life (and I had to chuckle because I can see my son doing the same thing – thus no plants indoors)!!
It’s always heartening when a plant revives. I have to admit to occasionally being neglectful of my own plants…(K)
Nice take! Feels so conversational and relatable.
Sally, I love how your poem emphasizes the contrast between the wilted state of the geraniums and their eventual revival!
~David
I can feel the elation from them and you as they responded to a well needed drink! 💞💞💞
It always makes me nervous when things are wilting. Will they revive?! I am glad yours did.☺️
Yes — my geraniums are hardy. Some of my other plants not so much