A Strange Tale Poem by Catherine Habbie

A sea of black roses and golden daffodils
All bend down their droopy heads
They looked fervently at the alluring flower beds
But tis too soon to take their rest
They need their duties still to fulfil

A poem, an ode for the poet still
He watches them with eerie delight
His alone is an unworldly plight
He seeks fulfilment just by their sight
He rues the person who dares still

And uproots these buds from their roots uphill
He watches over them and paints a word portrait
He tries to remember their every trait
A box of chocolates with wrappers intact
Some very golden and some very black

Tis a strange tale I really do have the knack…