Friday, 4 September 2009


I found this undated poem among Esme's collection. The writing is less well formed and may date from an early age, perhaps written as young as 12. On the surface, a simple poem, but one indicative of a philosophy to which she would adhere to throughout her life. The ending hints at both her quaint humour and interest in science. My apologies for the poem format, seems this editor does not like poetry. It should be two stanzas, one of six lines then one of five.


Taking care of marigolds

Was no ordinary fate.
They needed watching
One by one
As they acquired
Individual taste.

Oft I'd see them

In the morning

Amidst a grassy hill.
More of lily than buttercup
In their lake of Chlorophyll.

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