Poetry by Natasha Abell-Cwietkow
The thing about the sunflowers
Sat on the shelf, the ones that gaze at the street
From their tall pink glass house,
When they start to wilt and they start to fade
They will still be sunflowers though they may not be the same.
They will still be yellow and still called the same name.
The thing about the sunflowers
Sat on the shelf, wilting and wanting
From their tall pink glass house,
When petals are falling from minutes to hours
They may not be living but they are still
Flowers.
They may not be mine, but they were once ours.
Natasha Abell-Cwietkow is a poet and self-acclaimed adjective lover from a rural town in England. Her work explores love, grief, loss, and the ways we endure and change through life. She writes openly and honestly, showing little restraint with raw emotion, wearing her heart on her sleeve.
