Dandelion: Poet Novels & Stories

It was a tough job, considering that dandelions were everywhere I looked. But I had a legitimate reason for this obsession. My name was Dandelion, and each flower I found was an extension of myself. Except I didn’t think of it in those terms at that age. I mostly just liked ripping the plants out of the ground and enjoyed the sound the roots made when they tore. I was a bloodthirsty little weirdo in those days.

Cleverly placed, so unless you trace it with your finger it looks like a stem and nothing more. A dandelion, a weed you can find everywhere. Common and ugly, unremarkable because of how many of them grow, until that is, it morphs into delicate light seed heads that find the wind and fly to freedom on the breeze. Such pretty things that have so much potential to go far, and I told myself that’s what I was and what I was doing when I changed Lisa to Camilla. Stupid sentiment, stupid tattoo! I can barely look at it at all anymore.

Its delicate ball of fluff hung majestically on its stem, dazzling brightly under the sun, making other flowers go jealous. A fragile plant, yet so powerful. I couldn't wait to wish upon every one of them with one puff of air. Plucking it carefully so that its pappus won't fall out, I shoved it in Jade's face with the widest grin. But I was greeted with a horrid look. "Dandelion," Jade whispered in shock, throwing me into a State of confusion. "Yes, it is a dandelion," I replied, watching colour drain from her face. It's just a flower, girl.

She was lost in her thoughts, as if she were there again. "Which ones were your favorites?" I ask gently. "Dandelions," she answered immediately. "Why?" I was curious. "Because I loved the way the seed pods rose to the sky when you blew on them. Mom never called them weeds. She would sit with me in the grass and encourage me to make wishes. When I blew on the dandelion seeds, she'd say our prayers would go up high to the clouds, and the Moon Goddess could hear them. " The longing was evident in her voice when she spoke.

Alyssa said, she stands up and wiped her tears. "What are you going to do Alyssa," Berk asked. "Don't worry friends I know just what to do," Alyssa says to Berk and Sally. 🖤 "I have just spotted another one" Darrell said to Pontius, then he plucks a blue dandelion. "Oh my God! They are endless" Darrell adds. "I am glad you like them," Pontius replied happily. "Of course I do, they are beautiful," Darrell replied with a blue dandelion on his hand.

Joseph replied and started singing, "And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine 'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you smile, smile Wishing on dandelions all of the time Praying to God that one day you'll be mine Wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time Dandelion, into the wind you go Won't you let my darling know? Dandelion, into the wind you go Won't you let my darling know that? I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you sm

But at this moment, all I felt was euphoria. Never forage or walk alone near the fences or in the far fields... The second mantra meant nothing to me. I stood still as the Strawberry Moon surrounded me in her light like a soft blanket. The tall grass tickling my knees in the slight breeze. Everything smelled so green, so alive. It was dizzying, so much so that my legs folded underneath me. I bent and picked a single stem; the slightly sweet and savory gold of the dandelion coated my tongue with its rich goodness. I chewed it so slowly. In my strange state, I marveled that dandelion blossoms had never tasted so good and I laughed. I picked another and another, nibbling as I rose to wander eve

“So, about that dandelion, how did you know it grows in this meadow? It’s the first time I saw it in person. And I come here every day and I don’t see any dandelions.” “I know because I am this meadows guardian.” “Guardian?” Lisa bursts into laughter. “That’s a good one.” John gives her a serious look. “You aren’t serious? Are you?” “The winds that travel the world guide the dandelions to new places,” John begins strumming the lyre creating a gentle breeze that sweeps Lisa’s hair. “I am this meadow’s guardian.” “Then, are you a spirit? A nymph? Like what it says in the books?”

It flutters all around me, and I swear I can hear my mothers’ sweet, angelic voice singing… “I promise you there will come a day Butterfly fly away…” I haven’t touched my guitar or sang for quite a few years. I just can’t seem to bring myself to do it. The little yellow butterfly flutters to my right, my eyes follow it. It settles down on a dandelion. I haven’t seen a dandelion in such a long time, yet, to my right there seems to almost a be a field of them. How have I never noticed this before?

"His hair is white." The fairy snorted and I turned to her. "What's funny?" "You can't find anyone with that description here. Ever." She said. "What does the fairy mean?" I asked Clover. "My name is Dandelion." The fairy corrected and I hummed. Is it a thing for fairies to have flowery names or what? "And what I meant is that description is the exact description of a ice witch. And ice witches have been off this country for a long time." "Why? Were they killed?"