There was a seed lying on the ground.
She picked it up when nobody was around.
She turned it over, lifted to the light.
It turned her fingers an upsetting sickly white.
"Little seed,
(she said)
Imma plant ya in the yard.
Imma plant ya
(she said)
where the ground is wicked hard."
Next day--
a big, black, dangerous-looking vine.
it say,
"Feed me skittering bugs and water me with wine.
Sleep with me at night
until you start to lose your sight.
Whisper me your mind
until you've gone all white-eyed blind.'
What happened to Dakota?
She went outside without a coat-a.
Found a seed from a devil weed
and down the wicked Styx she float-a.
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for What's Going On? -- "seed"
Music: Grace Potter & the Nocturnals White Rabbit
I laughed, couldn't help it! Though the tale is sad, indeed, and backed by "White Rabbit." "Feed your head." Bravo.
ReplyDeleteSome seeds bring unexpected results. I enjoyed this so much! Grinning.
ReplyDeleteI was chortling enough as it was, and then I saw 'acorn apocalypse.' Thankfully no beverages were handy. This is sly, sweet and wicked neat, and I love that middle stanza. It's enough to make a girl think twice about having a green thumb.
ReplyDeleteHahaha! You crack me up. "She went outside without a coat-a" still laughing...
ReplyDeleteWhat a fantastic, wicked story and fun poem says she and ends with evil laughter
ReplyDeleteA delight to read. :D
ReplyDeleteWhat a magical poem - a cautionary tale and almost seemed to have written itself - Jae
ReplyDeleteI recently read a book for my book club called The Seed Keeper. I loved it! This made me think of it for more than one reason. Your writing has been as fertil as my oldest daughter Shay. Bringing so much beauty to ponder in the world! Thank you for that!
ReplyDeleteLOLOL! Now read it all with a Boston accent. "Wicked haahd!"
ReplyDeleteGah! Not a kid's story you want to read before bed time! I love the title. It suggest shenanigans and then you read the poem and leave with nightmares, LOL!
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