A Marguerite
Poem - A Marguerite In this desolate sandcastle under, I hung, prejudice and beratement I experienced young my only solace was the flowers that bloomed dug down deep, I was there entombed With tattered clothes, she lifted her heels leaping over the fence that quivered my feels a yegg she was when she took the flowers that made me a guard day and night every hour Until it struck me that I had to help except I was grotesque and svelte but that never hindered me, blooming something unique just like the daisy frutescens , a marguerite Flower Smeraldo, there I had behind a mask, I ran a bit glad lush petals elegantly flowered and flourished till I realised the young girl had perished - Mridini Sivakumar (Poem inspired by the Italian tale, 'Flower Smeraldo') Image Credits: ArtStation ©