Sunflower Witches
Composed to the beautiful sketch by Thomas Cargen
Don't bother approaching If you bear rules That would wilt our bloom, The Sun didn't shower its gold For us to be robbed of our worth. Our trio, but only part of the hoard, Hardened, soaking a lot more Than the soil could ever hold. We bend only when the time Asks us to consider growth That seldom exists without Someone willing to be part Of the circle that runs the world. The crowns we bear were not meant to be worn, These cater to the beams that the yellow star sheds abundantly, without question, in peace. Something your world wouldn't understand or care, busy calculating everyone else's right to be here. Firm is our stance, for it's been ages that you deemed it your right to give permissions, for our existence. We reject them, the Earth, as welcoming as any of your concocted cages. It's not fear now, we escaped those pages. If you look closely, our gaze holds none of its traces.
Sharing the note which led to this :D These beautiful sketches were created by Thomas Cargen :)
Nimita, this is stunning.
I love how the sunflowers function almost as a chorus here—rooted, watchful, and entirely uninterested in seeking approval. The poem carries both gentleness and defiance, which is a difficult balance to achieve.
My favorite passage is:
“The Sun didn't shower its gold
For us to be robbed of our worth.”
There is something deeply liberating in that idea. Worth exists before permission, before judgment, before anyone decides who belongs.
My favourite flower, and such beautiful words 🖤🌻🖤