The scent of blooming blackthorn
haunts me cause when after April,
May might smile
but sun casts wintry shadows;
while apple blooms are falling
at the mercy of a wind exhaling.
like you letters torn apart.
This is a combined writing for Sanaa’s prompt at toads to write something inspired by Sara Teasdale’s poem and Marian’s prompt to write something using the word apart.
May 11, 2019
What a wonderful metaphor. The comparison works perfectly!
Great job combining two prompts! I love comparison of the petals blowing and your torn letters blowing. Excellent metaphor.
My goodness this is such a gorgeous, gorgeous amalgamation of both prompts, Bjorn! 😀 I especially love; “May might smile but sun casts wintry shadows; while apple blooms are falling,” you have painted May in such moody and beguiling shades. Thank you so much for writing to the prompt! ❤️
The “falling” and “exhaling” flow so well together… so much so that they make the tearing of the petals into a beautifully chaotic dance.
I love your title, and the falling petals like torn letters.beautiful, Bjorn.
The last two lines are just fab, luv it luv it
Happy Mothers Day (i don’t mean you are mother no) but you are here as a result of one
Brief and sweet, just like spring blossoms, Björn! Our apple blooms are more tenacious than the cherry, which have succumbed to the wind. The ending stabs like a (black)thorn.
The transistions through Spring on the way to Summer have rough, but beautiful edges. Nice write Björn !
Oh, I love the idea of the blooms falling like torn-up letters. We poets can create this kind of romantic vision… when in reality that letter would be a damn mess in the mud and you might run around picking it up LOL
A sad piece for the gloom and bloom of May.
the letters torn apart love the comparison of nature to emotions of the heart…bkm
Ah, those torn letters—I know them well!
Very beautiful 🙂
What an amazing combination Bjorn. I love the comparison of the petals and torn letters.
great response to the prompt.
months can be like a relationship. some do not start or end well.
Wow!!! I loved your poem!! “Like your letters torn apart.”
Some relationships are destined to fall apart as sure as flowering trees will shake off all their adornment by May’s end.But even knowing that doesn’t make it hurt any less when it’s over.
I could feel the sadness/pain in the torn letters…sigh…
Sad having one’s letters torn apart. But then the writer got them, I never did. Well, yes I did as a newlywed just getting drafted into the Army and being away from home. Guess it’s okay for the weather to tear apart the blossoms IF the bee or butterflies have been there first. Like my orange tree, chock full of oranges that have set one this year.
BTW, do you know of the “fig wasp”? Since you are interested in science you might like to know of them and the path to having figs set on. Reminds me of a balloon sinuplasty procedure.
A beautifully drawn extended metaphor that cascades to an unexpected, rather splendiferous close.
like you letters torn apart’
~ sigh ~ lovely
Really like this Bjorn. Especially that unexpected ending. Super job,
I like to think of the petals as letters blooming into a story. April is a fling but May might be the real thing.
The comparison of letters (love) torn and the petals blowing with the wrath of Nature is beautifully and delicately brought about.
Beautiful imagery here – of petals on the tree – and then the wind knocking them down. I love “wind exhaling”.
petals falling like letters torn apart… lovely..
What a beauty of a poem and then those last two lines! Mmmmm – just love that likeness!