The Weed: Narrative Verse

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

Electra Movie Camera image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

The Weed

A weed there was that bristled rife
In fields so rare and rich;
A weed that sucked the very life
From paddy, pond and ditch.

Its flowers they blew bunched and bright
With such a pleasing smell,
But underneath those pedals white
There waft the scent of hell.

A farmer found it pearled with dew,
One morning in…