Monday, 23 July 2012

Bindweed (Prosaic Poem)

"Akin to the white flower that stems forth from the bindweed:

a beauteous trumpet adornèd with petals pure-looking,

which strangles the fruitful berry-bush;

So then the innocent looking pretty petals belie a smothered torment,

turning red-ripe rasberries to withered rot;

Aye, the knot-weed too taketh over the verdant patch, starving the other flora.

It's yellow horn so pretty looking,

yet dig beneath the surface, and an unsuspecting caretaker finds a near indestructable root.

Flame nor foul concoctive poison can stave its growth.

The gardener cuts it back with a thirsty blade,

trimming the tangled creepers away from more fruitful and deserving plants."

Maxwell Latham.

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