I Am a Vicaria
I have been told that I am attractive. Dainty and
pretty. Living in a cottage garden is so lovely. I am just
one of many residing in a drift of bright vivid colours.
Glistening cheerfully, I sway back and forth. It is said,
that I am an amazing performer. My dress is two tones
of purple. I never take it off. Sometimes little butterflies
kiss my petals and bees buzz by. I love a summer breeze.
Don't you? The warm sun brings out a purring cat who
sleeps beneath my cool delicate leaves. I love her.
And close by are my friends, Wisteria, Petunia and Jasmine.
When the day is perfect, the sun high, the sky azure blue,
I am so overwhelmed with joy that I shout to my neighbours,
"Will you dance with me?" Oh, happiness. But I have a fear.
It dwells within my soul and I have lost some friends already.
Quick and without warning, it is an early death. My worst
nightmare is that I will end my life in a glass vase. . .
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May 4, 2015
Free Verse/ Personification/I Am a Vicaria
Copyright Protected, ID 04-669-161-04
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Flower chosen, Vicaria, meaning, Will you dance with me?
Written for the Standard contest, Picture Yourself A Flower
sponsor Andrea Dietrich, Judged 2015
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2015
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