The Hydrangeas Name Themselves
when they say, “Stop I’m Blushing –
Let Me Pink About It!”
and barely pause before
Such a Fuschia-n of Colors erupts
from the stalks. They worry
Nothing Rhymes With Lilac
and need to be comforted, call themeselves
Lavendarling in a bulbous coo,
singing the Sock It To Me Blues.
These Cotton Candy Speech Bubbles
stain the mouth, sweet garden of vowels.
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Lovely fun!
Beautiful snippet. I really love “bulbous coo.” I’ve never seen those two words together before!
love these talking flowers
Hydrangeas have been especially lovely this year, I guess because they love water and there has been plenty of it. Whateve,r your poem is the perfect tribute to such a favorite shrub .