spriggy spells

Seven dawns of mallow sprigs

burgeoning opaline white

and pink wushu,

Milkwort and chittling

in the broth of roseate tears,

Flirting placidly with

blue furrica,

Ocre seeds venture to

nine sprouts of incantation,

Listen to the teal foliage

and twice the butter blooms.

I have written this poem in response to ‘Saturday Mix – Mad About Metaphor, 7 November 2020hosted by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and ‘Meeting the bar : Synesthesia‘ hosted by dVerse. I dared to be a little bit experimental here and replaced words in these phrases : in floods of tears, & flirting with danger. I offer my gratitude to you for your valuable insights, ideas and information.

Published by Smita Ray

Smita Ray is a mother of two lovely kids and hails from the northeastern town of India Gorakhpur. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures with her kids.

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