An Elegy for my Sister Red and Her Elegant Pistil

My Sister Red never was one to wait.
She had to blush bloom first
with pistil out and waving.
She was beautiful and brash
in the daunting daytime February sun,
and later that night
her pistil taunting the snow moon’s
scintillating breath.
We weep in the garden remembering you,
Sister Red, and your shiny
elegant pistil.

(napowrimo day 3 poem…also for with real toads here: and for here:

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  1. I wonder why she was so eager to show her blushing bits…

  2. A red valentine with a need for danger! I love the image of “snow moon.”

  3. Beautiful and brash and too soon gone, like many young ladies in a hurry. I really enjoyed this poem.

  4. This is absolutely exquisite.

  5. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

     /  April 4, 2017

    What sad irony.

  6. There are those that bloom to soon, blessed are the wallflowers.

  7. Sometimes what brings the most pride doesn’t endure in the end. Love the title and your creative take on the prompt.

  8. Oh my, this is outstanding. I really love this piece.


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