Prompt is to write from some viewpoint in the Wizard of Oz. I speak for the field of poppies.
Seduction
We sing you home on chaos wind.
Come now and lay your heavy head
soft in our dream-billowed bed.
Fools, you follow, and pretend
yellow brick road is no dead end.
Too short the night, too long day,
Our scent is heavy, rich and sweet.
Forget and drift in silken sleep.
Home is lost and hope dies deep.
Your poem is amazing and perceptive.
ReplyDeleteI love "Too short the night, too long day." That resonates with me at this moment in time.
There is always somebody with a good excuse to dump the quest, isn't there?
ReplyDeleteI like this
The perfect path to seduction! Ah, those fools, LOL.
ReplyDeleteLovely one. My favourite line: "Forget and drift in silken sleep."
ReplyDeleteI like your entire poem, but especially that last and final stanza. We can be so easily side-tracked. Wonderful job!
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Victoria,
ReplyDeleteAn enjoyable poem.
Pamela
Lovely poem - love "silken sleep" for more reasons than one, and the final line:
ReplyDeleteHome is lost and hope dies deep.
Nothing wasted here. This is a finely distilled intoxicant. Bravo. The closing stanza is sublime.
ReplyDeleteWow. The first line pulled me in, pulled me along, and kept me hooked throughout the entire poem. I was put in mind of the sirens of old Greek lore. Well done.
ReplyDelete-Nicole