The prompt for Poetic Bloomings, Day 3, was to seek inspiration in Shakespeare’s Midsummer’s Night Dream. Here’s my take:
Yet marked I where the bolt of cupid fell;
it fell upon a little western flower,
before, milk white, now purple with love’s wounds
Midsummer’s Night Dream
Oberon, Act II, Scene I
As flowers turn toward sun, so I to love
that stirs my soul in unexpected ways.
You tease me so with promises not kept,
yet still I hope to share your life someday.
You come to me, then part without a word’
I listen in the darkness as I wait
to catch a glimpse of tenderness, of truth-
fullness to guide me safely to my fate.
In vain this simple flower starts to wilt
for lack of trust on which staunch love is built.
Channeling the bard here in a most excellent way, Victoria! I’m enjoying your work at PB. Thank you!