Butter Cup

It was buttercup yellow

and it billowed and curled away from you

perhaps it was just a dress

a summer frock to cover ancient shame

a gift he gave you one summer when you both knew the meaning of the word crude

you took it in darkness

he hid it from daylight

but when the sun shone that day

on you and what you wore

even the breeze couldn’t obscure what was hidden beneath

scars and memories merging, become regret

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Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

1 thought on “Butter Cup”

  1. LOLOLOL Okay, I duly apologize for the buttercup annoying song in your head Bryan, but now, after watching this video I have a confession to make: I’ve harboured a fantasy crush on Ben Stiller for YEARS…no EONS, oh my god that man is fine and so funny! There, that felt better… okay, Val returning to normal now. I’m glad you nabbed the contrast because this was a memory and I was using that to illustrate how so many things we experience are both, sweet and sour.

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