Flowers Do Eventually Wilt Poem by Hazel Durham
Flowers Do Eventually Wilt
Flowers do eventually wilt.
She perches her red hat at a sassy tilt,
Her skin is rose petal soft,
As she lives in a damp, one bedroom loft,
With her beloved fading rugs and coloured candles,
She moves like a dancer, in her openwork sandals,
Her flame red hair, hangs long and loose,
She often misses Mildred her pet goose,
On her stepfather's farm,
He hasn't a ounce of charm,
With his watery, steel, grey eyes,
Piercing glances that causes so much harm,
His darkness and cleverness is like a wily fox,
At times erupting like an evil Jack in the box,
With his thunder and lightning,
She run's away from the fear of all the fighting,
He made them pay, as he was their master,
Which made her run to the city even faster.
Now in her twenties, with her senses so alive, each day,
As she admires the view over Dublin bay,
She is blooming in a beautiful way,
Freedom is these city streets,
Where she finds no defeat,
With people glancing at her fresh face,
Lit from within by a blazing sun,
As she walks at her own dancing pace,
Love is the reason she lives to chase,
A man of talent and wealth,
To give her comfort,
To embrace his warmth, in some exotic port
As she perches her red hat at a sassy tilt,
Because flowers do eventually wilt.
You have sketched a great imagery picture on the canvas of nature where flowers are quite distinguished with all objects exhilarating natural phenomenon of life in a very peaceful n delightful manner albeit she has to undergo all circumstances of life. A beautiful n superb write. Thanks for sharing.
Running over with realism and rich in the rabid reality of life. Well done my friend.
Running over with realism and rich in the rabid reality of life. Well done my friend.
Truth or fiction? perhaps a little of both. Perhaps a sanitized version of reality, sprinkled with some sweet notes of truth. Simply beautiful!
A captive soft soul bereft of sunshine longs for spring to bloom eventually though flowers do eventually wilt....... such an amazing piece loaded with emotions sweet and sour........great write
This story may have come from your imagination, but i suspect there's an element of truth here. You have written, here, a tale that has been played out, in real life, many times over. I think you either know this lady, or know of her. This tragic story has, unfortunately, happened all too often in Ireland's chequered history. A sad but important memory, that we should not forget. Extremely well penned, Hazel.
i enjoy every verse as it unfolds a fine story what else is new? Its Hazel Durham
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I would like to translate this poem
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12/7/2025 5:02:14 PM # 1.0.0
Fantastic poem. Loved reading it. Very beautiful way you have sketch a great imagery of a girl, the red hat and its sassy tilt. From the clutches of her step father, she lives in small nest, in search of her love. let's hope she get the man as she dreamt of.........Beautiful.