poetry and prose
Who Knew
I pull out a green shoot,
hoping it’s a weed.
One year, I pulled out
most of the poppy seedlings,
thinking they were weeds.
Opium poppies, so I am told.
And there next to the weeds
is a worm – tied in a knot.
for dVerse Poets Quadrille #124 “knots”Photo by Bruno Figueiredo on Unsplash. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter © Misky 2021
I know now to let them grow a bit longer so they’re more easily identified. When the sun is shining, I’m just dying to get myself outside and pull stuff up!
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Your gardening skills sound on a par with mine.
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If I had those kinds of worms in my garden, the magpie and the robin would have eaten them all by now!
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I remember when my mother didn’t pick the weeds under the bird feeder… it was apparently real weed that grew.
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Methinks that worm got too close to the opium poppies! Cool quadrille!
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