2 am anxieties
Dandelion tea hidden beneath Babushka's bottom - what a doll for such a bittersweet treat!
Dandelion tea
swirling deliciously bitter-sweet
oh how you heal
deep within this ghastly beast
your slimy roots lasting generations
protruding within these creaky floorboards
Deep -
⚘
blasting bullet holes rippled against walls
meant to protect values within
those which a weak stomach fails to do
without refluxing acid volcanically
Wounds -
⚘
they surround these swollen feet
pacing within the worn ragged baseboards
supporting daunting thoughts
those 2am anxieties
Shapeshifting -
⚘
as Babushka Dolls escape through
with elegance
disappearing seemingly suddenly
though only noticed once they pungently
expand their roots
showing exponentially more than meets
your glassy protruding eyes
Tear-filled -
⚘
from the betrayal of distasteful storage
of dandelions fatefully
though excited from the pleasure
swiftly crafted within each loose tea leaf
hidden deep beneath the final Babushka lady
her inner patchwork complete.
~
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Thanks for reading this piece for Poppy's January Prompt about the healing effects of dandelion tea for the gut - who may be leaky! Bonus if the tea is stored loosely in a Babushka Doll's butt ;)
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Comments (2)
There are so many plants that are healing, dandelion tea among the many. Very informative and lovely poem.
This is so gorgeous. Your writer's voice really shines through here. I also loved the photo you used. "those which a weak stomach fails to do without refluxing acid volcanically" Such well crafted lines.