| Wild Cove |
~Eating Rose Petals~ Every single schoolgirl day, I dawdled along my street My mind, not likely to be on the classroom, tis my journeys end Spring brings awe and lush delight, to my little impish face Lands of splendour awaiting, with dreams of flowers blend Oh what a visual feast! Especially I keep my eye, on Roses bud and bloom Morning kissed and dew touched, each one I love them all Unfolding beauty, exquisitely, dances to my eyes Breathe taken now, sigh escapes, tis a shame they have to fall My heart goes out! But in secret places of my memories, I don�t really mind For my sight is set on fallen petals, deliciously fleshy Longingly I dally and bide, to gather up noon delights When is just, the very right moment, to seize my prize of glee Tis a tricky moment, I seize! Dear old Mrs Davenport, of course only her roses are best I am so very sure, she won�t miss, the spent ones least of all They have fallen upon the verdant grass, if only but to waste Mind made up, tippytoes high, If only there wasn�t this wall Yet, with clumsiness I fear! Spellbound now, I clench up quickly, clusters of petals soft Placing them gently in my palm, being careful not to bruise They must stay unspoiled, pure, for intended purposes yonder Leaving curly brown sunburnt ones behind, oh they look pretty too Am I being watched? Running quickly, I am bound, for the kitchen of my dear home Both hands clenched tight, I scatter them out, in utter desperation Straight for the honey pot I head, Mmmm, won�t be very long now I quicken the moment, for my mouth it drools, in eager anticipation Tasty treat, begs! Ravenous brothers, breezing in, calling me schoolyard names Rolling their eyes, teasing me, I wish they would head south But I don�t care as I drizzle honey, onto a single petal I fold it gently, smile wide at them and pop it quickly in my mouth Rapturous tastebuds celebrate! Sweet Gods of Old, I�m in heaven again, as I look over to my Mama She smiles at me that knowing smile, and sits with daughter funny While early eve sun warms our table, we share odd and quirky fetish As we feast on Mrs Davenports Roses, sweet petals dripping with honey She really didn't mind at all! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I wrote this from a memory I have of eating rose petals in the kitchen with my Mama when I was 10 years old! I remember, the Peace Rose one tasting the best! Mmm�I can still taste them in my minds eye even now! |
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