Seeds Were Sown
A packet of seeds arrived in the mail last week
with no hint of what they were, or how to be grown.
With curiosity aroused by their mystique,
I wondered just what I would reap from what I'd sown.
The very next day, there appeared weird little sprouts,
wiggling like fingers, rising up from rain soaked ground.
That these things were edible, I was having doubts
when I heard from deep inside one, a gurgling sound.
If this was a prank or some sort of wicked joke
someone was making a mockery out of me.
My heart nearly stopped; thought I was having a stroke.
I needed a drink, or a bottle of Chablis.
Suddenly, tendrils grew into a climbing vine
with blooms of white flowers, overflowing with wine.
August 16, 2020
Mystery Seeds Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2020
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