Just in time for Halloween, here's a rather creepy poem about flowers!
GrotesqueThe Poetry Friday Round-Up is being hosted by my alter-ego at Random Noodling.
by Amy Lowell
Why do the lilies goggle their tongues at me
When I pluck them;
And writhe, and twist,
And strangle themselves against my fingers,
So that I can hardly weave the garland
For your hair?
Why do they shriek your name
And spit at me
When I would cluster them?
Must I kill them
To make them lie still,
And send you a wreath of lolling corpses
To turn putrid and soft
On your forehead
While you dance?
from Amy Lowell: Selected Poems [821 LOW]
Photo by Auntie P.