There were signs of Spring on my walk this morning - primroses, tulips, forget-me-nots and trees bursting into bud.
Writing prompt: Imagine you are a spring flower or a tree bud just bursting forth. How do you feel? What do you see? Write from the point of view of a flower or bud for six minutes. Let your pen flow. Don't plan, don't stop, just write.
I choose a sunflower. Blossoming. I feel odd. Where has everyone gone? What is going on? I do not understand. The park is empty. Where have people gone? I feel alone. But then, I turn around and see other beautiful flowers blooming. Sometimes its ever so windy and grey, but sometimes its sunny and a beautiful blue sky. I cannot wait until I see the parks full again. I feel lost. It's odd to see the streets empty. Everything is closed. No one around. Eerie. Theres a girl who attends the park, but I haven't seen her for a while. I miss seeing here. Is she okay? The swings were here favourite and the way her hair used to fly by the wild wind. She was beautiful. She would walk around the park and admire my beauty. She was nice, she didn't pluck me. She cherished me instead. She admired me. People see a flower and enjoy plucking us, but part of me has gone. But this girl would enjoy looking at me, and her beaming smile would light when she saw me. I miss her. Will I see her again, or is this the end?
ReplyDeleteThank you for your thoughts Mariyam. Stay well.
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