Friday, April 01, 2011

April Poem - 1

This is why I'll try to put up a poem every day in the month of April: http://caferati.blogspot.com/search/label/CaPoWriMo#4726127121356507247

She was a child
And didn't know what a rhododendron meant
Her maid stewed some in a carafe for style, maybe
Though roses would've given off a stronger scent

She was old when she'd keep up pretences
With the maid dead, money gone and she, all alone
She was a queen when she slept off at night, with the carafe in sight
On a slightly damp, rhododendron throne

5 comments:

vanderloost said...

Wow! Liked it...

Mukta said...

thank you, vanderloost

Romina said...

Very nice and emotional poem. I love your initiative to post a poem every day. This seems you have guts and talent. Good luck!

Mukta said...

thank you romina

Anonymous said...

hmmm, the word verification says, bless...

and so do i :)