In the Valley
On valley lush with shrub and shoot,
A fresh white daisy took its root.
Blinded by a weak veil of dew,
It sprung in spring amongst all young and new.
It waved its petals to the daffodils.
It quivered at the passing bumble bee.
It was a daisy innocent and new,
In a valley bearing shrub and shoot...
She drew a knife from her satchel – the woman!
A knife she withdrew.
She flung away her coat and clasped his throat,
Slashed the flesh and watched him spew.
Spew dark blood upon the daisy.
Rich dark blood upon the daisy.
Then she sliced its stem – whispered ‘my sweet gem’ –
and discarded it to the shrubs and the shoots.
Stained crimson, the daisy withered,
its petals too heavy to wave.
Summer had come – the daffodils had gone
and the corpse had been taken away.
Its petals were weak, they fell to the ground
and promptly perished to dust.
However, it was just a daisy minute.
Much less important than the shrub or the shoot.
A fresh white daisy took its root.
Blinded by a weak veil of dew,
It sprung in spring amongst all young and new.
It waved its petals to the daffodils.
It quivered at the passing bumble bee.
It was a daisy innocent and new,
In a valley bearing shrub and shoot...
A knife she withdrew.
She flung away her coat and clasped his throat,
Slashed the flesh and watched him spew.
Spew dark blood upon the daisy.
Rich dark blood upon the daisy.
Then she sliced its stem – whispered ‘my sweet gem’ –
and discarded it to the shrubs and the shoots.
its petals too heavy to wave.
Summer had come – the daffodils had gone
and the corpse had been taken away.
Its petals were weak, they fell to the ground
and promptly perished to dust.
However, it was just a daisy minute.
Much less important than the shrub or the shoot.
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| ~ posted on Instagram - 12th May 2020 |