Poetry

Flower Girl

Everybody loved the Flower Girl
Always smiling behind her hair unfurl

She had flowers sewn everywhere
Her bag, her eyes, her heart, and even in the very air

Her steps over the sidewalk made daisies grow in the cracks
Akin to all those frowns that bloom into smiles as she walks past

On a day like every other yet all too different
The girl walked out of her house, her grin magnificent

She glided through the sunlight like a creature of the bright
Her calming presence driving away all the horrors of the night

At the florist's, she made her first stop
Buying a bouquet of lilies, she left, her charm still lingering in the shop

The stationary is where she went next, spreading her contagious smile
The door chimed close as she took her leave, her bag bulging with parchment and an ink vile

To a shop, she went, that boasted of every type of string
Out she came with a heavy rope around her shoulder, her smile still a dazzling thing

At last, she returned to her ivy-covered house
It was her motionless images, in flowers and green it was douse

Even in here, her smile never faulted
To the Flower Girl, home was where her cries had always gone unheard

Dainty she sat in an armchair, weaving the lilies around the rope
The flowered twine felt light in her hand, like a fragile crown of hope

On the desk, she laid out the parchment, white like burning sand
She dipped the quill tip in the ink and wrote with a graceful hand

“As spring comes to a close, even the most beautiful flowers dry.
If one hopes for a bitter end, they never die."

She raises from her chair, as elegant as her writing
And ties the flowered rope around the fan, the sight oddly delighting

On the chair she stands, as though to address a roaring crowd
She lets her smile slip for the first time and puts the rope around her neck like a holy shroud

Spreading her arms like an embrace to a new beginning she longed for
Truly happy without a tiring smile, she stepped towards a new shore

True to her name till the sweet end
Donned in a rotting flower garland…