I question which more beautiful,
as if a virgin vision, two?
Behold, both fed on rotting dirt,
waste must, mould compost, nature’s death,
eject decay renewed, reborn,
each birthing in their golden muck,
as tuber swell, a gentle writhe,
to propagate their DNA.
One white with sideline, blushing edge,
bed dahlia, earwig refuge,
unfold, some curl, striation stretch
but not lens focussed centre piece,
despite its stillness, easy catch
for pupil learning discipline.
Then delicate, translucent wing,
lucilia, alert, alights
with oil of rainbow thorax shine,
green iridescent metal sheen,
on ballet tips, wide cupric view
from composite, eyes angled all.
This pair, some cut, sharp scissor snap,
to vase, display, gain fragrant prize,
said cruel boy for fun, stop fly,
or feed pet goldfish, goggle up.
First rooted, Dahl, Swede botanist,
but who dealt blow as bottle green?
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