A Flower Meadow
- Creative  Mood Writing to Inspire -

Easier Vocabulary

The daisies grew fast. They were like a happy crowd. Their petals were bright flags in the sweet breeze. It was spring and the wild plants had grown taller, their leaves were such a lively green. This is nature’s poetry and such poetry is born when the weather is gentle. 

 

Modern Style

In the featherings of an aromatic dawn, the Honeysuckle tendrils curl upward as tousled locks. Amid the daisies and buttercups, bluebells too, I pause. The flora is a merry capering crowd, so very wind-bouyed, bright and bold! Fluttering petals are silken heart-skips. Each bloom is the wildest of bunting flags, each one ‘gone renegade’ for the love of the spring breeze. 

 

Old-Modern Hybrid Style

In the featherings of an aromatic dawn, Honeysuckle tendrils curl as tousled locks. Amid daisies and buttercups, bluebells too, I linger. A-caroling capering crowd is the flora, so very wind-bouyed, bright and bold! Fluttering petals are silken heart-skips. Each bloom is the wildest of bunting flags, each one ‘gone full renegade’ for love’s loquacious breeze. Within the heady chorus of greens those tendril coils are a flowing lyric, a vibrant script of creation that only paused to receive its answer.

 

Old-School Poetic Style

In the featherings of an ambrosial dawn, Honeysuckle tendrils curl’d as tousled locks. Amid daisies and buttercups, bluebells too, I linger’d. A-caroling capering crowd ‘twas the flora, so very wind-bouyed, bright and bold! Fluttering petal-rosettes were silken heart-skips. To mine eyes, each bloom ‘twas a billowing noble standard, an ancient coat of arms raised into Love’s loquacious breeze. Cosseted within yon choir o’ vivacious verdancy, yon tendril spirals did dream a lyric, a vibrant script o’creation - then full-hush’d to savour living answers.

 

Sonnet: The Flower Clock

Beneficent society o’blooms,

Aromas loquacious chitter-chatter,

Jolly jackdaw ‘graphite-robin’ air-flumes,

Daisies arise as generous hatter,

Jocund, jaunty grasses a-wind whisper,

A host o’ crickets vibes a-caroling, 

Butterflies bounce as starry Big-Dipper,

Mirror clouds a-scudding as sequin bling, 

O’ flamboyant tailor’d trees bliss-bustle,

Life gay, gregarious, a-glowing robust,

Field mouse, bees ‘n’ beetle hustle!

Daybreak as starting gun declares thou must!

Bluebell, daffodil, pear blossom so bold,

The flower-clock’s tick-tocks are bright-hue told.

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