an early moonbeam
love lies bleeding
a monks beard
is to blame – I watched him in
Beck’s big buck horn,
For who’d have guessed that every second line is a seed?
The prompt for #NaPoWriMo 2016 day 5 was to spend some time looking at the names of heirloom plants, and write a poem that takes its inspiration from, or incorporates the name of, one or more of the garden rarities from a seed catalogue.
I’m not sure if the picture is free to be used. The original can be found in the fabulous Seed catalogue where I found the seed names.