31 July 21: A Stream of Consciousness Haibun
The bees are crazy on fermented honey, like happy little saints working their way to heaven, and there’s pink and white and green in this a mangle of flowers, a handful for granny’s vase, and in a few days they’ll wilt and drop across the table, lily pollen staining the tablecloth, blossoms the colour of summer, and milky sap sticking to my fingers, crisp and ripe petals that will turn dull and shrink brown, and I think I shall want white lilies and blue forget-me-nots strewn across the church floor and on my little wicker box (because I’ll be of wee small dimensions by then), and gladness will follow me all the way to my end.
There’s light and wind
Turn in any direction
It’s green as grass
Written for Stream of Consciousness Saturday: based on your last photo, start writing the first word that comes to mind (flowers). No planning, tweaking or interruption. . Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay and #SoCS on Twitter ©Misky 2021