knows nothing, cares not of its birth--
doesn't trouble to ascertain
by assumed burden; inherited gain.
The carelessly met swain
in similarly humble start,
may burn his lightly noted name
upon a heart
caught unawares; but caught is caught the same.
The carelessly loosed mane
makes turnabout the fairest play--
as fire from spark, so bread from grain;
these small things rise by flame, quite swept away.
for the Sunday mini challenge at Real Toads. (writing in the style of Dante Gabriel Rossetti.)
Photograph: Helen Slater