Narcissus Poeticus
A familiar beauty graces our gardens.
Short lived as it is widespread.
Holding a secret danger within
his gaudy Klan-like robes.
Veins run green with toxic blood.
Named after a Greek myth
or maybe its narcotic sap.
This flower seems a little confused.
A self-obsessed son-of-a-nymph
giving his name to a mental fault.
Believing he was the most beautiful.
Insatiable pride craving attention.
And refusing Echo’s love brought Nemesis
Narcissus suffered the doom of a god.
Famous myth stylised by Dali
in his own egoistic surrealist hues.
Freud and cronies applied their thoughts
to the concept of Narcissism.
A disorder of negative tendencies.
Arrogance, entitlement, rage.
A dangerous triad breeding Intolerance
death and destruction of the right to choose.
Interesting poetic discourse on this flower. Of course the flower itself is the victim of human projection.
Hi CW
This white flower is called the Poet’s Narcissus which I find a little ironic since there have been more than a few Narcissistic poets about
Not io UKA of course 😉
G, not to sure why you used the short sentences throughout; the first stanza could do with some commas to stitch them together – the flow seems more natural, but then i thought if you are being narcissistic then perhaps the breathless intonation does work, and that is what you intended.
I learnt a lot about the flower and enjoyed the ideas you’re projecting, but they seemed to need a bit more glue to hold them together as a poem.
You are right and I am afraid to say I think it need a few extra adjectives
I was trying to make it less prose like but it isn’t working too well.
I will have a look at smoothing it.
Thanx: good comments as usual