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Spring Poem – The Miracle Challenge

This poem is for the Miracle Girl and her current WordPress challenge. Visit her blog to read the rules and write your own story or poem from several prompts.

Two Words: butterflies and key

When Spring was juvenile and girlish

polishing her silver key of perfection

brushing her mermaid hair

gathering and coddling

first blooms and baby birds,

she danced barefoot on the verdant grass.

She guided butterflies

as they wove their monarch story

through leaves and vines

and towering houses of the finest flowers.

Then the Big Heat boldly arrived

in a burnished chariot

pulled by snorting steeds

in passionate madness

in total delirium.

Spring was overcome

weakening under his gaze

growing old and frail

under such intense scrutiny.

She tied up her now wispy mermaid hair

and left.

The Big Heat

scornfully overtook the land

driving the inhabitants

indoors to breathe the fragrant blooms

of captive flowers and greenery

watching through the keyhole

for the Heat to expire and take flight.



31 thoughts on “Spring Poem – The Miracle Challenge

  1. Your Spring poem is worth of reading more than once. What a lovely description. I enjoyed your every line and thank you for making me experience your Spring. Very captivating poem.

    Am very much pleased with your participation. Congrats for making your first achievement on #MiracleChallenge πŸ†πŸ†πŸ†πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘

  2. Reblogged this on miraclegirlblog and commented:
    Check out the beautiful poetic entry of #MiracleChallenge Week-1 for the Challenge N0.2 (A Poetry Challenge) from a blogger named L. T. GARVIN, AUTHOR (

    Hey L. T. GARVIN, AUTHOR !
    Welcome to #MiracleChallenge πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’
    Am honored and pleased to see you participate in my #MiracleChallenge πŸ†
    Congrats for making your first achievement on #MiracleChallenge πŸ†πŸ†πŸ†πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘

    Looking forward for your next entry πŸ˜‰
    Thank you so much πŸ˜‡

  3. I am from the north of Britain. Summer rarely reaches here, so your maiden Spring could safely dance. A poem of beauty, nonetheless, though I cannot imagine a Texas summer. Sleep sweetly.

  4. Pingback: “MiracleChallenge Week – 2” dated 21st June, 2016 – miraclegirlblog

  5. Hi, LT! Glad to know you – exquisite imagery. In the middle of the Heat, I also retreat (though my maiden days may be behind me). This too shall pass πŸ™‚ Best personification of these seasons! Here’s a little something from CS Lewis (Prince Caspian): β€œIsn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different…”

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