I never thought it was possible, but now...here I am - sleeping inside this twisted sea creation every single night!

January 2012

The strange berries

30. january 2012 at 11:23 | Argonna |  Poetry - English

The strange berries

It was sunny, summer day -I was walking in my garden.
Watching birds and picking daisies, now all of a sudden:
Spotted a bush in my way!

Well, I took a closer look - It was pretty odd
On its curly branches I found - berries?! (Oh my god!)
Looked so ugly - nothing I could cook.

So I told them - you`re too small
To be in my garden hall
So I told them - you`re too frail
To be growing in my vale
So I told them - you`re too sour
I would rather grow a flower.
Instead of you.

In my house I found a spade - and a dirty spoon.
Perfect tools to dig it out, get rid of it soon.
But it was too late…

I could not open the door - so I tried to push
Nothing happened, as my house now...was a berry bush.
Berries all around.

And they told me - you`re too small
To be in this giant hall
And they told me - you`re too frail
So we put you in this jail
And they told me - in an hour
You`ll be nothing, but a flower
Growing in our way.