Two more poems and then I'm caught up for good, huzzah! The numbering on this year's NaPoWriMo is shot to hell and back, but heck with it - I'm determined to finish the month out with the necessary number of poems. It's a form of masochism, but as Calvin's father says, 'It builds character.'
#22: Tulips at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens
Prompt: Write a poem to celebrate Earth Day, or anything in nature
Flounces, ruffles, extravagant bells
All the accoutrements of a lady's ballgown
Inverted like fine eggshell china cups
Delicately balanced on slim green stalks.
The profusion of colours is staggering:
Palest pastel shades, deep robust tones
Some feathered through with pink, flame and celadon
Others vermillion and crimson streaked
With elegant black-and-yellow stamen'd centers.
Little wonder that once, these beauties
Were lauded beyond kings, prized beyond gold -
Fields of living jewels, carpeting the earth
Treasures carved by no living hand, touched
By the breath of God.