July 30

Daucus carota


What is the spot in the middle

Of the delicate Queen Anne’s Lace?

Surrounded by snowy white blooms

It certainly seems out of place.


They say Queen Anne was making lace

And tatting the designs by hand

When the needle caught her finger

A stain on the lace did expand


Now the flowers cover the land

Thriving in forgotten places

Far from what people call nature

Despite the life in these spaces


From afar all you see is white

Flowers waving across the field

It’s not until you get up close

That the colorful is revealed


(A Redondilla Poem)

(A Serventesio Poem)

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