Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
NaPoWriMo Day 18: No Real Use
No real use for these
He sighs
And plucks the flower
Now endangered
But because his land
Is full of them
He won’t believe
It’s true
A weed to him
Plant based vermin
Taking over
Invasive
He is unwilling to see
He is lucky
To have these rare
And valued blooms
Gentle white petals
Wilt and fade
As he muses there is no real
Use for these.
Mabh Savage 