Those chandeliers of fragrance
so charmed me that four trips
and so many phone calls to try
to find a bulb was a worthy price.
But I came up empty-handed.
Spring hit and as the daffodils dressed up,
the paperwhites pressed up,
the tulips turned up and
the star jasmine just barely blossomed,
among these hid a hyacinth,
and when her unbloomed
hydra head peeked through,
it felt like an invitation: wait and see.
Grace Claire Przywara is a mother and poet from South Carolina. Her poetry has appeared in Ekstasis Magazine, Amethyst Review, Heart of Flesh Literary Journal, among others, and has placed in contests hosted by human rights organizations Rehumanize International and Catholic Mobilizing Network. Her work can be found at graceclairepoetry.com.
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