My first colony, my Jamestown Weed. He stirs the stew when he sees me coming: one if by land, two if by my own imaginings. He waves a devilish scepter, a trumpet in greeting, and I resist (intoxication) his tranquilizing power, refuse to feed on his demonic seed, resist the euphoria before me. Pinwheel flower, eyelids d r o o p I'm hypnotized, blowing feathers from his forehead, kissing my companions, grinning, spinning, a sedated monkey. Day and night I'm lost in stupor. Numb, dying, as the palisade walls catch fire.
©2023 | K. Hartless
If you’re interested in the legend on the name “Jamestown Weed,” you can read all about it here.
GloPoWriMo#25 Today’s prompt challenges you to also write a love poem, one that names at least one flower, contains one parenthetical statement, and in which at least some lines break in unusual places.
“That boy needs therapy”☝️✌️”That boy needs therapy”🙋🏽🙋🏽”That boy needs therapy”🦄🦜 ˜((DrOoooop….))
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💜🤣 It’s truly all about having fun for me. This one easy a good time.
Oh, wow, so intoxicating! The perfect video to accompany!