Poetry Thursday - Poppy

We were prompted to get inside a famous painting. . . I did. Fiction. . . Fiction. . . Pretend. . . .
Inside the studio:

Poppy Tells


"You have chosen wisely, Ms. O' Keefe."

"It's Georgia."

"Formality is called for, Ms. O' Keefe,
for I stand stark without a single leaf
to cover the stem that feeds my thirst,

I fear your eyes will go where they durst.

Formality is, in this case, a must,
else my cheeks betray their lack of trust
in my ability -- to keep my blush
from discoloring the burnt orange on your brush."


I tucked my petals around my stamen
in retreat, as she called out, "Damon,
bring quickly my purple lamb's wool coat."

She turned and stood -- (I must note)

to block my stem from Damon's view,
then draped her coat, as older lovers do,
across my stem. She sashayed back
picked up her brush and said. . . "Now, Jack."

Meeaugraphie
03/28/07


(Oh, my, this is rough, but it just popped out and for some strange reason, I want it to stay.)

Note:
These words are mine.
Please, do not use them without my permission.
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