Walk not into the meadow of wildflowers Mama told me the other day For it is not safe to smell the intoxication What is imagined to be sweet May take hold of your senses And leave you in a state of Amnesia. Delirium. Inebriation.
Walk not into the meadow of wildflowers Papa told me just yesterday It will leave you wanting For you shall pine for the insobriety until you have a whiff And when you do have a satisfying whiff What you are, what you are to become All shall be lost
Walk not into the meadow of wildflowers I tell myself Just as I skirt at the meadow’s ingress The colours, violet, blue and yellow Indigo, and amber I stand at the pathway entranced by the beauty Clenched with the anticipation I walk into the meadow Paying no heed to what Mama said Turning a deaf ear to what Papa said I walk into the meadow
Walk not into the meadow, they said But oh dear me, I am already in. Inhale not a single breath of the wildflowers, they said And I lay engulfed with the scent of their poison As I stood amongst the lethal flowers, Enwrapped in their heady luxury, The voices in my head muted once and for all I felt a peace in the poison A paradise in a prison I succumbed to the beauty That was the Wildflower Poison
- Saoirse x
Edit: I cannot believe this was POD. I still do not believe it. But thank you @mirakee I appreciate it.