The Honeysuckle Bush

So after my last post which could be interpreted as me bashing the uninspiring landscape, I'd like to share a little bit of my nature-loving side. For example, I'm an incessant flower picker. Sorry lovely gardens! But I love pressing flowers.

Also, I like taking pictures of nature, for instance, these pictures of flowers from Wordsworth's garden or this cute bunny in Beatrix Potter's garden. Anyway, there is a little proof for you. :)

So anyway, Dan (my other director) is our Romantic and Literature Professor while Pat is the Essayist and Travel Writer. Anyway, Dan is very very passionate and he loves bringing us into the world he adores. The other day he did this by having us write Wordsworthian poems. Once upon a time Wordsworth, upon the urging of his friend Coleridge, wrote down his personal process in writing a poem. So  Dan shared that process with us and gave us 20 minutes to write whatever came to mind. After the time ran out we each shared and snapped for each other and felt validated. It was great. The main thing we were supposed to do was go far back into our childhood and make the setting Nature. So I wrote an entire ten stanza poem in the 20 minutes only to realize that it wasn't set in nature. So in five minutes I scribbled down an entirely new idea and finished as it became my turn. So here is my spur of the moment poem. Enjoy.

The Honeysuckle Bush

I remember we'd hide among the honeysuckles,

Licking the sugar-coated dew.

It was our magical escape.

It was always warm when we'd go there,

In a few more ways than one.

But that is no matter.

For our honeysuckle bush was our magical land,
where leaves became teacups.

My sister had a good imagination.

But I could never quite forget the crying,

Of my mom and daddy inside.

I wish they had a honeysuckle bush too.

-Natalie Cherie