I am so late finding Friday’s prompt I can barely call this a Free Write Friday contribution – Tantalisingly Tardy Tuesday Write maybe…
I liked the list of prompts this week and although tempted by The Human Zoo have chosen…
As a child I believed all flowers were pretty
Especially the yellow ones,
Even the weeds.
I didn’t understand how something so vibrant
could be plucked and forced up
from it’s roots between stone.
I never saw the transformation.
I forgot to sit and look for days,
Dandelion season came and went.
The once lion-headed, flame yellow
Silenced as it
by the gentle
current of fairy wings,
Escaping into late summer’s breeze.
Following the shapes of the garden,
Up, up to freedom.
Those fairies landing on us got blown
I would close my eyes and
make a wish
Before I puffed my cheeks and
blew the fairy on
towards a new destination.