POEM STARTER
Submitted by Brynlee
'I don't want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers.'
Use this sentence to inspire a poem or short scene.
Wildflower
I don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers
I sway, with my sisters, I stretch, with my sisters, I fall, with my sisters
Do I become something ‘other’ when I am first noticed?
What if I am never noticed?
Then am I free? To be. In this vastness of pastel
If a yellow petal falls among pink and purple, do they scurry away
Wanting to flee from the strangeness?
Never. My sisters have never rejected me
We are the same.
But I am a weed. Who has called me such?
My seed planted me here, same as all the rest.
Carried on the wind of wishes and dreams
Until I have found my place with the flowers
What makes one a “weed”
When it seems the children take no issue in braiding me into their hair
When they pick me with my sisters, one lovely flower joins a choir, then called “bouquet”
When I have transformed, and children blow magic into the air
Magic that I long to spread to every corner and every far reaching land
Children can see me for my wonder
So I adopt the label of those that love me, see me.
I am a wildflower