Thistle

by sibyllene   Dec 7, 2011


Clever cirsium, too clever
by far, arms herself in
spikes and shields, in
silver lances and the most
subtle green swords.

A soft plume of purple,
forever protected, lilts
endlessly in breezes that brush
so close - the only touch
she knows.

Little thistle, wild and wary:
too sharp to ever be plucked,
too cutting to be crushed
by a wavering heel,
too careful, far too careful
to be loved
by anything at all.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    <3

  • 5 years ago

    by A lonely soul

    Another brilliant nature poem, craftily written, on nature's beauty (thistle flower) that comes with its thorns (protectors). The flower, a delight to look at, is unlovable (unlikable), and is best left alone in its natural environment (weeds). The thistle flower though lovely, come with its 'thorns", for which the poetess has done an admirable job of depicting its beauty and the blight that will even make the Scottish envious. Deserving nomination and possible win, for a talented write.

    (Judging comment 12-11-11)

  • 5 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    Sibs has mad skills,
    and she had my heart in her hands
    when I reached this ;

    "Little thistle, wild and wary:
    too sharp to ever be plucked,
    too cutting to be crushed
    by a wavering heel,
    too careful, far too careful
    to be loved
    by anything at all. "

    the repetition at the ending only added even more emotion to an already heartfelt write..
    Its like you want to pluck the little thistle up and just love it..even though it is too careful to be loved.

    I don't think this poem is just about a simple thistle though, I believe there is so much depth to it,
    If I was to say what I understood, from my point of view.
    this write can go out to anyone who ever felt like they
    were too troublesome to be loved, too undeserving,
    it even had me thinking about the quote

    "love me when I deserve it the least,because its then
    when I need it the most" but that's just my humble opinion. Such vulnerability and tenderness in one little poem...

    Way to go sibs!

  • 5 years ago

    by Ste

    Brilliant.
    Thistles, like starlings and cockroaches and rats, are survivors. They have real beauty and the goldfinches live them too. They give me something to do in my fields which can't be all bad.
    Loved this poem.

  • 5 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    //too careful, far too careful
    to be loved
    by anything at all.
    //
    I must have read this atleast thrice... i loved these so much ... images so beautifully painted by your words :)