Task: Write a poem about the character you see in this picture.

Flowers

The street looked calm

silent elegant view, from the living-room window-

but he inside didn’t.

A fire was burning

a storm was raging

thunder, lighting, flames

inside.

The street looked calm

and from the outside he did, too.

Smart expensive clothes

but no smile on his face.

A well-dressed, hidden,

painful chaos

inside.

Love, that’s all it was -

sometimes it comes

mean, disrespectful

and consumes and takes

the past, the present, the future.

She was beautiful

a delicate sweet flower

like those she sold, down in his street.

“Roses, lilies, violets

flowers for those you love

colour and beauty to brighten your day!”

Her gentle voice broke the silence

every day he opened the window to listen

captivated, entranced, wealthy man.

She was poor

only had her flowers, her beauty

and a smile on her face.

He himself was poor, too

with his big house and well-known reputation

but no flowers to sell

and no chance to confess his love.

The fire kept burning

the storm didn’t stop raging -

and the flower-girl continued singing

in the silent street where the wealthy man lived

with a woman he didn’t love.

His house smelling of flowers

and his heart still beating faster

every time he opened the window to listen.