When plants fight back
leave a wound on finger
twig in the eye
scrap of the blackberry vine
stain of the grass
bitter taste
of the forgotten lettuce
renegade limbs
blocking my path
thought that they could
keep me away
wound up as compost
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dVerse prompt to use the homograph wound in a quadrille
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I LOVE this, Jane! Oh yes….the garden at the end of the season most especially, seems to fight back with a clog of weeds and I can just picture it here. Excellent use of the homographic word in both contexts. The “forgotten lettuce” made me smile…..I remember that from our past gardens many many years ago in Iowa. 🙂 It would get leggy and bitter to the taste as well….like it was angry we didn’t pick it in its prime!
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Hahaha, a nice ironic take on the prompt: I didn’t see that last line coming. This was lots of fun 🙂
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This was unique and refreshing to read.
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