It was a quiet place Inside of that red room Until the wind from inside shook the walls Collapsing them outward As the walls fell around her The wildflowers appeared. Growing rapidly The red walls were replaced by Blue Purple Yellow faces with Green stems. She climbed those green stems, For a long time. So long she reached the top, Where the Blue Purple Yellow faces stared into the sun. She lay a top those wildflowers. Closing her eyes, Suddenly surrounded by red.
Inspired by Wild Flower, Fiona re-imagines the poem, 2 of 2.