Peony Haiku

blooming peonies

flower of riches, honor

odoriferous

.

the secret sender

sweet passion, admiration

budding peony

.

the king of flowers 

hiding the mischievous nymphs

from the lust of gods

.

sent through the window

of heart, a bunch of botans

for the beloved

.

blushed pink and purple

the face of the young maiden

peony colors

* Written in response to Carpe Diem # 215 Peony/Botan 

Frock: A 100 Word Story

Copyright – Janet Webb

The not-so-red, slightly pink frock was hovering in the air and it appeared as if  an invisible girl was clad in it, hung there by the side-railing.

Momma, see that pretty frock,” the girl walking along her mother by the street, pointed towards this piece of cloth.

“It is pretty.”

“I want it,” her eyes glinted with hope.

“I’ll ask dada to get one for you.”

“But I want this one,” she tugged at her mother’s arm, restraining to move any further.

“Don’t whine.”

“But…”

She was pulled up in the arms and taken away, her eyes adorned with tears.

Note:-

This is written in consideration of the Friday Fictioneers writing prompt.