Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt “… is based in the myth of Narcissus. After reading the myth, try writing a poem that plays with the myth in some way.”
As luck would have it, Luna and I found a narcissus in the garden this morning. Photos below.
Just this morning, I found him plunked
right in the middle of a dandelion party
rocking my blackberry patch out back.
Kneeled weeding, between the sprawl
of it all, I heard a meek screech,
Nooo! Please! Not meeeee! Luna heard it, too.
She sniffed and stared. In retrospect, to be fair,
I suppose, that, maybe Luna, really-truly, you
could say, actually, technically, found him first.
Anyway, I was the fool who waved away the
masses to get to him. After such a wild night,
the sudden rush of spring light mummed him.
He said nothing to me when I revealed his presence
but Luna’s ears pricked up; he only had words for her
and she, eyes for him. In she leaned for a whiff.
I’d just been used in a ruse to get to her; I cannot
blame him. And, normally, I would never blame lovely
Luna for anything at all. But her muzzle nuzzled him.
Right. in. front. of. moi. I plopped down, right on
the spot to consider a plot. When the PDA didn’t stop,
when Luna tilted her head for a lick, I plucked him.
by Elizabeth Boquet, April 2018
Before photo — Luna with Narcissus in garden this morning
After photo — Narcissus, plucked, in vase with no water