Poems by Anne Knight
What
Shall I Write?
Thinking: ‘What shall I write?’
The flowers droop.
There they stand in my green bowl.
I look. ‘No water.’
I’ll fetch some in my small watering can.
It is only a small watering can.
Oh, there I go again, repeating myself.
Same subject!
Now, after five minutes,
Will the water have gone?
Some!
So getting more water I top it up.
Hope upon hope it will pick up.
The buds are white, an azalea plant.
They do!