Lyrical wax

blossom’s such a cliché
like Mona Lisa adorning toffee tins
many a march literature steals
on green ink  purveyors of Spring poesies
but when sticky buds vault into verdant
and sex is sprung on naked stems with catkin
I leap hare-like to the lyrical

Joining Kim for a Spring Quadrille

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  1. What an ode to the fertile nature of spring, especially in this lines:
    “when sticky buds vault into verdant
    and sex is sprung on naked stems with catkin
    I leap hare-like to the lyrical”
    The word “vault” is so effective.

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  2. I agree, blossom is a cliché, especially at this time of the year when everyone seems to be writing about it, which is why your lines are so refreshing ‘but when sticky buds vault into verdant / and sex is sprung on naked stems with catkin / I leap hare-like to the lyrical. Love it, Laura!

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  3. Your ‘sticky buds’ reminded me of hands-on experiences on walking trails in nature, but burrs attach to us unknowingly and get our attention later. Thanks for the memories. ❤

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