Posted Monday, September 9th, 2013
Rose of Sharon
I carefully examined the object I had cradled in my hand. I chose it because it seemed special. If it had a voice it would sing like a bird. The center of it was a glowing star; round and yellow. Crowning and shielding the core were petals of snow that were as soft as a lamb’s ear. It smelled like nectar; sweet but faint. Compared to how large it was, it was as light as a feather. It reminded me of the sun on a cloudy day.
I wonder where it will end up... Maybe in someone’s hair; maybe in a bouquet; maybe even wilted and dead on the ground! Wherever it ends up, someone will have noticed it and remarked; “That’s pretty, what is it?”
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Posted by Nicholas Taylor on Monday, September 9th, 2013 at 2:27 PM
Wonderful work. I love the phrase "crowding and shielding the core."
Posted by Kay Fracher on Wednesday, September 18th, 2013 at 2:22 PM
Violet, I can see from your lovely phrasing and images that you are an impressive reader. I particularly liked the sentence "Crowning and shielding the core were petals of snow. . . ." I bet your dad and grandfather are especially proud of your skills, not to mention your language arts teacher:) I look forward to more of your writing. Kay