Narcissus and Larkspur
A prompt-ed poem
(All parts of all Larkspur plants are poisonous)
He is a gentleman, they said
Good mannered and polite
We know his family of old, they said,
Of good stock, they are, and true.
He smiled a lot, he had good teeth:
He always held the door
Such a catch, I told myself,
Sure to be envied!
By the lattice did my larkspur grow
In glorious incandescence
Near the window that faced the sea,
In vermilion profusion!
We were to wed on the Monday morn,
Everything, arranged:
The blushing bride and charming groom
Walked the sacred aisle.
The man said he loved me
but he loved himself the more
I think he loved the Narcissus
Looking to enslave!
Too late, too late, I remembered
My incandescent larkspur
Though toast of town, gardener’s delight
Could send you to your grave!
©️ 2021 Suma Narayan. All Rights Reserved.
This was written in response to the Daily Special, (December 30), of Ravyne Hawke’s Promptly Written.
