This isn’t fair, it’s really not, this poetic prompt of yours!
I speak the language, but am mute when it comes to the outdoors!
Converse and write, yes I can, read and dream as well
but when it comes to flower names it’s pure linguistic hell!
OK, I don’t know most of them in my own language either.
Before you ask me, yes it does mark me as an outsider.
I love to watch them bloom and grow, I love to take their pictures
but wouldn’t know a larkspur’s name… That’s how it is, go figure!
Today’s beautiful prompt (a poem in itself, actually) over at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, called Frog Cups in New York City challenged us to write a short poem about either a flower that took its’ name from an animal, or a bird that took its’ name from a flower. Well… English is my second language, and though I consider myself more or less fluent in it (at least I used to be), anyone who isn’t a keen gardener or flower-freak will probably tell you that the names of flowers (and possibly words like haberdashery and hearth) aren’t exactly up there with the things you learn, use and retain in language you don’t immerse yourself in constantly… So this is my rant on that topic. Didn’t feel like I could allow myself to miss two days in a row when I’ve almost completed the NaPoWriMo 2015 challenge.