No hurry, maybe tomorrow


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Susan O’Neal is a student at the UK Open University, where she is studying Creative Writing. She has lived in Croydon for most of her adult life. Now an early retiree, she has taken up writing and  [+]

A silky warm scent coats the air.
Soft layered rose tutus push
their blush pale skirts
to float and dance
their puckish pirouettes
upon the mossy darkness of the laurel.

Arching stems with needle claws
climb to grasp
the flirty pink geraniums -
clustered blooms on slender necks,
reaching out their benison from wall-hung pots
on peachy, sun-bleached walls.

The gentle breeze of afternoon
waves purple headed wallflowers -
their spindly stems
still fragrant, nodding comfort
at the tender daisies dotting
white percussion through the lawn.

Sleeping in the swaying hammock
slung beneath the silver trees,
the gardener dreams
of peonies,
their velvet heavy heads curved
with countless dropping petals.

A stack of seed packs waits upon
the sower’s slow indulgence
his languor stalls the starting -
sparks of urgent growing are waiting, unbegun.
And over all, the constant hum of working bees
stealing gold amongst the blooms.
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Tony Martello · ago
I love the personification in this poem. It's like another world in a poem. Bravo! Check out my story, "Maize of Color" that is currently in the finals for the finish and vote if you like it: https://short-edition.com/en/story/short-fiction/maize-of-color
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Keith Simmonds · ago
Sumptuous images and very apt use of alliteration to evoke the bewitching fragrance of this fascinating poem!
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