Not A Fairy Tale Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

in this earliest Dutch morn,
all are still asleep,
no one weep
get a creepy feel
my heart is not from steel
but in every petal
resides in metal
a diligent host
amongst the lovely scent of flowers
on my backyard's ground
oh, what a peace! Oh, what a sound!
the odor I inhale
is unthinkable
a huge whale
if I inhale,
a huge feast
if I exhale
I'll continue this (no fairy!) tale

© Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
Monday 12 April 2021