Tale of Two Flowerpots
Poetry Exercise Response
There was once two little flower pots:
The one on the right had valiant red pansies,
The one on the left had noble purple pansies.
Both came from a shop that I love lots and lots.
England is known for it’s summer rain.
Why is there snow wrecking havoc in April?
Why are plants dying from frost in April?
I hope watering them everyday isn’t in vain.
There was just one red pansy standing.
Then the next day there two, and then three pop up.
Little by little, the flowerpot became full as more stood up.
The red pansies are great at surviving.
Tragedy struck for the purple pansies,
As the petal shrivelled like the end of the ball.
To get these crips dead flowers to be once again tall,
Would take a miracle in strong degrees.
One splash could not feed all.
About the Creator
Chloe Gilholy
Former healthcare worker and lab worker from Oxfordshire. Author of ten books including Drinking Poetry and Game of Mass Destruction. Travelled to over 20 countries.
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Comments (2)
Beautiful poem. Better to be valiant than noble amongst the pansies.💙Anneliese
A most unusual poem. I love discovering something that's a little out of the norm. Great job Chloe!!!