Seven years of bad luck
as background noise…
while the mistress of the house
is immersed in the pleasure of
creating petite bouquets
of wildflowers,
on a lazy Sunday morning.
Up high,
the homesick wolf devours
the remnants of the day,
feeding its master
the untouched fields of
senseless blossoms
during summertime.
As the storm’s approaching,
the ocean’s creatures
swear by hollow promises
of defence, delight
and devotion.
That’s it for this week’s Imagine series. Created for your entertainment either to transport you to another realm or to make you smile/laugh at my less-than-stellar poetry.
Check out the ‘Week 21’ section from my ‘Mood Board’ over on Pinterest if you want to see what inspired this poem.
Thank you for reading!
Take care.
