Reaching tentacles with a natural intention. Calling birds, bees not so subtlety in their direction. Keeping their focus, catching their minds. Placing a bet that when something flies by they will notice, stop and continue the cycle of this flowers life. Bathe themselves in the flowers hand, dancing all day if they can. Each finger offering a sweet spring infused drink. Nectar dripping and sliding down their beaks. The tempted bee now covered in pollen must fly low to compensate for his consumption. The tempting continues until the sun starts to bake away the flowers finger tips her petals instinctively retract to recover. Tomorrow she will simply tempt again.
**This post is part of two incredible challenges.
First, Monochrome Madness, brought together each week by Leanne Cole and Laura Macky. This is the 51’st edition of MMC, next week is the year anniversary. I will pay tribute to the challenge all next week with a look back to my favorite entries. You can find this weeks entries HERE.
Second, Writing 201’s assignment for Day 7. We were prompted to write a prose poem about fingers using the assonance device. A prose poem is “any piece of verse written using the normal typography of prose, while style maintaining elements of poetry, like rhythm, imagery, etc.” And an assonance device is “subtler than alliteration, but can have a profound cumulative effect on a poem, especially when the repeated sound resonates somehow with the topic you’re writing about.”