(Joseph MacRae, shorter version of previous poem, June 3, 2024, feast day of Our Lady of Vladimir (above) and Saint Clotildis. Image from here.)
So the Flowers Grow
When the gutter fills with falling rain
stream’s flow lets the flowers grow.
Sense the cooling of a spring storm
pulse of life newly bestowed.
Such beauty I must admire
pale green leaves, sky rimmed with gold.
Heads up from the sands, open your
eyes. What was hidden — unfolds!
*From prompt: Freewrite as inspired by Marguerite Antonia Radclyffe Hall’s quote “The world hid its head in the sands of convention so that by seeing nothing it might avoid truth”, then format after Marguerite Antonia Radclyffe Hall’s “Tramping Poem”, with an eye to using the comfort of rhyme scheme to make the expression of charged issues easier for readers to receive. From Daisy Barrett Nash's Writers at Play, Legacy Lines series, June 3, 2024.
