stars on a stalk


I’ve had this single stalk of forsythia on my desk for several days now, as I found it hanging loose on the bush and thought I might as well cut it off and put it in water.

The flowers were still tightly closed when I brought it in, but I expect they will start to drop within the next day or two.

Each time I look at it, the phrase ‘stars on a stalk’ comes to mind.

It doesn’t strike me as the sort of phrase I’m likely to use in a poem, so it may as well be noted here along with the photo just to brighten things up a bit.

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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