The Tulip and the Dandelion

The Tulip sits on her shimmering glass throne,
reigning her kingdom all on her own.
Her forces of fragrance command all who pass,
to bow, inhale and steal a glance.
She is the epitome of beauty, charm and wisdom,
Revered and loved by all in her kingdom.

Outside her city’s walls...
In the land of wild weeds and thorny bushes,
A dandelion stares; awed by this enchanting empress.
He's in love but he's surrounded by mockery and laughter.
"A tulip queen and a dandelion commoner?"
"Your petals were fashioned by hasty trolls

and hers by virgin fairies!"
"Why don't you understand? It's impossible!
farfetched! Insanity!"

Impossible and insane, it may be, he replies.
but love it is, and he quietly cries.

Ahmad Desai

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Name	Comment	Date
Erna	A lovely little story! I like the personification of the flowers. Where you have successfully used rhyme and metre, the rhythmic beat adds to the fairytale quality, and therefore I believe that you should work on this poem some more. Make sure that all your lines fall into the rhythm, with the exception of one very important line, perhaps. That way you can draw attention to it by breaking the rhythm and/or rhyme. I’d like the story to carry on… and have a happy ending! The word Dandelion comes from the French: Dent de Lion – Lion’s Tooth! – because of the jagged shape of the plant’s leaves. Perhaps the humble dandelion has some fearsome qualities himself, and can fight for what he wants? I don’t like him being so pathetic, just giving up and quietly crying his life away.	2007-02-08