Angelica
By onemorething
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I began as a seed
like any other seed,
grew roots, pale and ghostly,
even the bloom of my umbels
is shy in the quietitude
of not quite green,
not quite white.
And on a dark night,
I am not a refuge for myself:
hollow as my fluted stems and
out of balance and impure,
separated from my body,
I find that there's no cure
for a personal plague.
Once, I thought that honesty
would heal me, and facts,
scientific enquiry, the morphology
of home, but I am so sensitive
to light, and the truth is
that the truth belongs to no one -
the sun warms my face
like any other face.
Image is from here: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Illustration_Angelica_archangelica0.jpg
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These really are
things of sombre beauty.
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Oh, this is excellent. The
Oh, this is excellent. The voice and tone are spot on. Well deserved PoD.
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Yes, another great piece (and
Yes, another great piece (and another plant I love, though never been able to grow this one) - well done one more!
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I like the way you imagine
I like the way you imagine yourself as the thing you are writing about. That displacement must be a real joy.
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I have read this several
I have read this several times, and keep changing my mind. The ending is hopeful, just now :0) It is good that your head is up for the sun to catch your face and give your mind the light to see that you can out grow the past
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