Poem 12: Thistledown

© Bruce Goodman 1 August 2015


Thistledown, gentle pest,
floating, elusive.
Its flight is proof enough of air!

Master of deception,
how delicately it disguises
its prickly mother.

Tiptoed around in too much rain
and planted.
Let’s hope the bloody thing drowns.

14 thoughts on “Poem 12: Thistledown

  1. HumaAq

    Well I recently encountered this and While freaking out I was enjoying it’s beauty. I have similar feelings as you said in the last line lol


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