Frangipani
by Penny Szentkuti
Frangipani
Grows, guerilla-planted, by the footpath.
How does a stick thrust
Into the dirt
Just grow?
Kicking into life,
Leaning into light,
Making the most of
Night rain,
Of morning dew.
Putting down roots
Quietly
Reaching down to grasp
Soil,
To hold the earth steadily
Until
Velvet furls of leaf appear,
Waking now above, as below.
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #11: Write and Alphabet Poem.
Penny says: I enjoy constraints when writing poetry so I don’t feel overwhelmed by the task, so this prompt appealed to me. I’ve been observing a beautiful deep pink frangipani outside my place for several weeks and it was a delight to explore that with words. I like how I was forced to split phrases which increased the emphasis on some words and ideas.
Australian Children’s Poetry 
I really enjoyed your poem Penny and hope to see more. Di
A lovely observation and use of the constraints.
That’s really good, Penny!
Love it. Very clever!