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Flower Child – Flash Fiction

Flower Child

Every Sunday without fail, mother and I would walk to the station and catch the morning train to the coast to see my grandmother.   

Mother would tend to grandmother’s garden, caring for roses, mowing grass and trimming bushes. I amused myself as best I could for an eight-year old but mostly I learned about flowers.  Names like Peony, Hollyhock, and Delphinium. The term “bedding plants” made the child I was, giggle.  But pretty blue Lobelia was prefect next to the white Alyssum.

Exhausted we’d return in the early evening with armfuls of her beautiful blooms.   

I did not always want to go.  I know now my mother was escaping from her unhappy life and needed the diversion.  She is no longer here and I think I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace reminding me always of her.

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Sanaa aka adashofsunny is hosting Prosery Monday at D'Verse.
She has prompted us with this line from a poem that is to be included
in our piece of flash fiction exactly as it is.  

"I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace.”  from the poem, “What I would like to grow in my Garden.” by Katherine Riegel.

The piece of flash fiction is to have no more than 144 words' 

Say it with Flowers

Say it with Flowers

Beautiful and fresh
as the daisies she was named for
She was everywhere
Pretty with a glow of sunshine
Simplistic and uniform, but

inside lived an exotic bloom
Fragrant with the night
Deep, burning colors of
Gold and magenta
Exciting and expensive

By day her brightness cheered
bringing smiles to downturned lips
Necklaces crafted from her gifts and
plucked petals that spoke of love
and love not

At night she blossomed
in a heady fragrance
of lure and the unknown
Rare and seductive 
She was the seller of flowers

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Sanaa is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets
Images Pixabay

A Fair Exchange

A Fair Exchange

My favorite plants do not grow here
The soil is not to their liking
So I learn to love new exotic ones
that tolerate the dryness of our winter
and welcome the hot rainy season 
Gone are the pretty blue hydrangeas
and pink hybrid roses tinged with gold
Replaced by bright yellow Allamandas 
and Wedgewood blue Plumbagoes
Strikingly elegant the orange-blue Bird of Paradise
stands tall holding its head high
Instead of sheltering myself under an Oak tree
I now sit in the shade of a Royal Poinciana
Marveling at its shadow-providing beauty
heavily adorned with burnt orange blossoms
The palm trees host varieties of orchids
clinging to the trunks with their outstretched tendrils
Hot sun and heavy rains gift me 
with a stunning technicolor of exotic blooms
A trade I gladly accept
Copyright © 2021 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing
All Rights Reserved

Claudia Schoenfeld, one of the original founders of D'Verse Poets, is hosting tonight and he has prompted us with 'Gardens or Gardening'.  A favorite pastime of mine.

Image Bird of Paradise Pixabay
Image Royal Poinciana by note thanun on Unsplash
Image Allamanda by DEZALB from Pixabay
Image Plumbago by Ian Lindsay from Pixabay 
Image Butterfly Orchid Wiki 
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