Poppies at Sunset

Acrylic on gessoed watercolour paper

~14 x 19 cm, ~5.5 x 7.5 in


The Poppy Saga

Two years ago a pair of poppies bloomed red-orange in a sea of bluegrass (green, just the variety of grass).


The two were terribly out if place in the lawn. Their predecessors had been a complimentary planting in a former “cottage” garden.


I kept the pods last year. In autumn the seeds went to a safer spot the former home of strawberries far removed from rotary mowers.


At this writing eleven poppies perk in a bed reserved for them.


In the turf two of their tribe bloomed and so it goes. They are stubborn in their claim.

Flowers Warning




cryptic, sans note

restrained Ikebana

silent warning perched in plain sight





This is my attempt at writing in the cinquain poetic form which is reputed to be borrowed from Tanka.

  • 5 lines long
  • 2 syllables, 4 syllables, 6 syllables, 8 syllables, 2 syllables
  • flexible to +/- 1 syllable from each line

via Daily Prompt: Warning