a primrose
is a primrose
is a primrose
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry
#homage to #GertrudeStein
#2wordprompt #brain #plant
#dadaku #fantaiku #scifaiku
#hbp133 #vssmagic #flower
#dailyhaikuprompt #spring
Larkspur, lilies, oleander, marigolds. Each bouquet so thoughtful, wrapped up in pretty bows.
Snowdrops, crocuses, corn cockles, heliotrope. Flattering, yes, but from whom, she didn't know.
Wolfsbane, foxglove, hemlock—Far more bold.
Poisons at the ready, Rose awaited the orders to come. #hbp133
"We should have burned it," I whispered, peering through the crack in the curtain at the ring of mushrooms on our front lawn. But we both knew it was too late for that. Even as I watched, tiny footsteps appeared in the frozen grass, coming towards the house.
2/2 #hbp133
"I'll admit the flowers and gifts were intriguing at first," Amarula confessed to Cosmo. "But I was more interested in you than Bailey."
"How many times did you go on a date with Bailey?" Cosmo said.
"One time. I felt sorry! There wasn't a connection between us." #hbp133
Mrs. Pritchard’s skin started to pucker, softening like overripe fruit. Vines curled from her nostrils. Her hair fell away in clumps, replaced by thorny tendrils.
She turned, smiling. Her teeth had become petals.
"Oh, hello Harold. Would you like to come over for some... tea?"
3/3 #hbp133
Like a summer day from childhood, a picnic with her mother, a tea party in the yard. Mrs. Pritchard’s mind filled with her most cherished memories.
She smiled, pressing the flowers against her cheek.
Her neighbour, watching from across the street, screamed. "Edna! No!!"
2/3 #hbp133
Nobody remembered when the florist opened on Sycamore Street. The sign was weathered, the windows veiled in dust. But orders soon arrived at doorsteps, neatly wrapped in paper, unsigned.
Mrs. Pritchard loved flowers. She sniffed her bouquet and gasped. The scent was—familiar.
1/3 #hbp133 #horror
The flowers and gifts were intriguing at first. And the gold rings were much appreciated. The partridge was kind of cool. But the maids and the lords and drummers were just weird. And the geese and swans and French hens and turtledoves? Enough with all the fucking birds already.
#hbp133
The flowers and gifts were intriguing at first. I hate to say it, but so was the game’s potent thrill. But it didn’t last. Soon, you destroyed all that I had there.
Yet there was something you couldn’t take away: my hope. Even if I can’t regain what I’ve lost, I know I’ll build for myself.
#hbp133
‘The flowers and gifts were intriguing at first, as I fancied several charming colleagues myself. But then things started to arrive at my flat. And yesterday I unlocked the door and there were blood-red roses lying like an unexploded bomb on the kitchen table. I daren't go back now.'
#hbp133 #vss
The flowers and gifts were intriguing at first—mystery wrapped in silk ribbons. Then came the unsigned notes, the whispered name in the dark. By the time the mirror spelled it out in breath-fogged letters, I sighed.
‘Mom, please, just text like a normal person.’
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She would leave flowers on my doorstep every night - dozens, if not hundreds. No one had ever shown me this kind of attention - and honestly, it scared me as much as it intrigued me.
Then I realized that she worked at the florist's shop, and my cardboard box was right by their dumpster.
The flowers and gifts were intriguing at first until the individual blooms started to appear in different locations of Jill’s house. One morning she woke up to them gathered around her head, attempting to suffocate her.
#hbp133
He sat in stony silence as she tried to explain to him why she wanted him out of her life.
"The flowers and gifts were intriguing at first... I was quite flattered, of course, but we hardly knew each other; having received them at work and now outside my home has scared me."
#hbp133
"Why stay with Tony if you don't want to?"
Gabrielle tapped the engagement ring. "The flowers and gifts were intriguing at first, then I saw who he really was."
"You didn't like that."
"Dravidian, I tried to break it off. He promised to hurt my sister if I left."
"Now, I will hurt him."
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“The flowers and gifts were intriguing at first, but with time, a simple rose turned into a harlot’s lips, and not just one, but almost a garden full of them. The trinkets—like an ivory incense holder—turned into real hand bones or skulls,” the Lich Queen Marita said. #hbp133
...But they just kept coming. Bigger, fancy, and more endowed than the next.
When he didn't have the space to put them, the next gift was a house.
When the rooms were empty, yet more came.
The pickle to dealing with the fey was knowing when to refuse, and how, but now he bore social debt.
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Willy had thought the flowers and gifts were intriguing at first. He'd never been courted by a Secret Admirer and one of the gifts had been a new PS5.
It wasn't until the gifts of bloody human body parts started showing up at his door, that Willy decided he might be in over his head.
#hbp133
I didn't see the red flags
Temporary euphoria
The flowers and gifts
Were intriguing at first
Thinking I had found
My Prince Charming
Then things became
More sinister
In that bitter winter
When the coffin arrived
Coming to find
More flowers
The tin soldier
Preparing for my death
#hbp133
Photo: Flowers delivery in Houston tx -same day Hand delivery. Source: BFOR, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons.
Prose/dialogue: “The flowers and gifts were intriguing at first…” #hbp133
