Burgeoning from the bosom of The Hades, a presumptuous peduncle rodomontaded of its nascent crown.
A nimbus of resplendent petals awaiting dawn to face the sun
coddled by its androgynous parent, the cluster was prevaricated into an imaginary adulation
In contriving their debut duet with the sun, the night was wasted in prurient cerebration
Propinquity between the fraternity was unheeded as the first rays tickled the select petals into ecstasy; primogeniture was the nature's excuse
Consummated with conjugal certitude, the flower exuded a licentious sway.
Out of the corner of its sardonic eye, a humble goat descried the rooted swagger
Wheezing the receptacle into baldness, it severed the fragile filial bond between the flower and the stalk
an allegory of a blighted dream, a half-life of perdition; this was, as the cliche goes, nipped in the bud
2 comments:
Finally, understood the theme...
and once I understood it, it was like an enlightment.
You have captured a very insignificant looking but very grave event.
keep it up.
-vampyre
I remember reading this in the Flower Weekly Theme, and liking it, for flower morphology has always enthralled me. :D
The closing does it all. :)
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