NapoWriMo 2016 – Day 6: Purple Poppies


A purple poppy
Picked from paternal pa’s porch
Pops! Perfect present.

Based on a true story. My Mum brought me a gift of some poppy seeds years ago; offspring of some that my great grandfather had first planted in his garden. I grew some, and they were a delicious purple colour. I still have some seeds from the batch I grew – time to get sowing my heirloom plant, methinks (hope they’re still OK).


Cellophane Flowers

I am the wallflower
Goo goo ka joob
But I’m quite certain that’s not its correct Latin name
(Erysimum cheiri)

Here comes the sunflower
Do do do do
It’s alright.
Again, whilst it has a certain ring to it, it’s not quite right
But it is much easier to say than
Helianthus annuus

Dear primrose
Won’t you come out to play?
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet
(Here’s where I get nerdy)
Aeolic βρόδον wródon
Wordy words from the Persian ‘wurdi’
Flying out like endless rain into a buttercup
Which, if i may say, is far more aesthetically sounding
than ranunculus

Perhaps I’ll stick to cellophane flowers in an Octopus’s Garden

Jai. Guru. Deva.