Grass (30 days of poetry: day 13)
Prompt: 13) Grass On a mild winter morning, I stepped outside, "Marvellous," I cried in delight! Green and green stretched from eye to eye, Even the maroon roses were made shy: At the soft feathery sight of the grass, Waving their arms in a morning rush. Their crowns were bejeweled with little dewdrops, Danced like royals, these peasant crops. I kicked off my boots in a frenzied passion, Hiked up my frock in most unladylike fashion, And ran to sink into the prickly green: The carpet of the Nature Queen! Author’s thoughts I do not particularly like nature poetry, but it has been something that I have always wanted to try. With “Grass”, I tried to bring out the beauty of the grass on a mild winter morning of India. I have a gig on Fiverr where I’ll write a poem for you on any topic you want. You can find that gig here if you are interested in availing my service. This prompt is given by Souradeep Das.