Scorpion Grass

forget-me-nots

Scorpion Grass

You gave me seeds to scatter
In the ground beneath my plum –
A lover’s gift for growing,
And for shooing Winter glum.
Just sow them and forget them,
And with any-colour thumb,
And these blue and tiny flowers
Sprout a little straggly scrum –
Yet year-on-year, these self-seed parts
Make up a spreading sum –
These almost-weeds, not worth the dig,
Are no chrysanthemum !
You gave me some forget-me-nots –
And later called me scum.
I’ve tried so hard to wipe the slate –
Yet ev’ry Spring, they come.

This poem was inspired by one by Dino Mahoney – I basically took his idea and added rhymes.

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