The dent de lion lies in wait
on the shady side of the bike pass,
a blur of freckles as I pass.
Buried there since Mayflower pact,
soon he will spring forth with floret,
bold, with a strong diuretic effect,
and flash his buttery mane, tail erect.
And by his side, a larger pride
than you or I had earlier spied.
A lion’s tooth won’t be denied,
his pair of most resilient leaves
resembling tiny jagged teeth.
Priest’s crown, stubborn in belief,
until his pappus interlocked
fall out of their droopy bract.
The dandelion, a doon-head clock,
balding from his bout, reclines his snout
to nap the rest of the year out.
Cover Art: flavianambrose
NaPoWriMo#12~Write about something small. Biking today, I noticed the first dandelions popping up, so I stopped to pen a poem about them. About 9 years ago, I wrote a different poem about dandelions. If you’re curious, you can check out that one here as well, as it’s an old favorite of mine.
… although you might not think a lion’s tooth was small if it were taking a chunk out of your leg!
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Dandy lions don’t bite, Me.B. They are way too civil for that.
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This was so sweet and delightfully whimsical! Such a wholesome image to match too ❤
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Oh, nice. Must be the good weather here as I’ve achieved wholesome; both parents will be so proud.
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“The dandelion, a doon-head clock,
balding from his bout,” How fun this is; lovely poem, K.
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good 👍👍
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florescent with images 🙂 happy and fun:
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I will never look at a dandelion in the same way again! Lovely poem K.
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What high praise. Thank you. My son handed me one this morning, said it’s the biggest he could find. 😊
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Aah – that’s so cute. 😊
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An excellent tribute to the humble pissenlit! 👏
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Yes, well the flower bed did need a little yellow pool. 😂
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Isn’t it great that the french call it a word that literally means ‘piss the bed!’ 😂
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