Tag: pink

powder puff

the Persian buttercup convoluted origami on a wispy, wiry stem petal-packed – and when turbanned twice-over barely able to brandish the prettiest pre-eminence to our eulogizing gaze precocious pinks or gorgeous gaudy citrus but surely  floristry’s monstrosity for bees – shall I compare thee to…

Egg

it’s all wrapped up this birth, budding in secret corridors swollen fallopians bellies blossoming sakura of soft pink skin-creased sorrows fall in a fruity flush fleshed out to rot annular imperfection ring cycle of an ovoid is egg, yoked to hope Easter’s iconic trope…

Bake a miller pink

Pink is one of those colours I try to avoid yet find myself drawn to. Evidently there is a recessive Barbie gene embedded in the generations long before that lolly dolly was even dreamed of. However, the sight of children ladled with lurid pink clothes…