I have hay fever
                              and I've had it long enough
                              to remember wearing flower crowns makes it look like I'm constantly crying
                              (not the aesthetic look I'm trying to go for)
                              but on, it seemed the first day of spring
                              before I had time to think
                              a fully formed one was magicked out of my fiddling.
                              I offered it to Maryam
                              my current companion
                              on my trek's around the school grounds.
                              Once she was sure I didn't want it 
                              I crowned her
                              placing the chain carefully onto her Hijab
                              the white flowers and green stems
                              a perfect contrast to the mandatory black fabric the school said was "in uniform"
                              but the "uniform" policy  never seemed to worry 
                              about heatstroke in summer.
                              
                              As we made our way to maths
                              Trek complete
                              she made me promise to tell her
                              If the pollen got too much for me.
                              
                              Although my eyes watered slightly I didn't say a thing
                              As she got comments she's never really gotten before
                              "beautiful, wow, so pretty"
                              and her smile grew so bright till
                              It outshone the daisy's.
                              
                              
                              Notes
                              This is last weeks poem as I kinda forgot, I've got to remember to do them every Wednesday then I won't forget. I haven't shown the person who this poem is about the poem, as she will feel bad about me not saying anything about the daisy's still affecting me but it was definitely worth it. This poem definitely has a great "story telling" vibe I've had some practise now about writing about moments rather then ideas, it centres the poem I think. Big exams in a month or two so I'm not sure how it will affect the frequency of these poem. There will be 52 poems by the end (hopefully) this is the longest online project I've done so far. I might need to create a new cover, I'm not a fan of current one but we will see. Hope your having an ok week : )
                              
                                      
                                          
                                   
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