With regal petals to prove its faithfulness
Violet grants a light scent so one can taste its sweetness
The virtue of the violet can be matched by your own
You greet me on your doorstep and perceive me reappearing
You close the door but I never step away
I am waiting amongst the violets
Remaining ’til you open again to offer me your mute support, which is your virtue’s duty
Fold it up, tuck it away, close your door
I will wait, poised among the violets
Suffering what cannot be
Realizing virtue has forsaken me because there is no other path
I breathe in the sweetness with purpose to suppress my bitter breath
For next time may be new
As I wait amidst the violets
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This was Magpie 57, a writers prompt provided by Tess. Stop over at Magpie Tales to see what others have written about violets.
