Poetry: Deflowered by Vasily Mikhailovich Doestovski

See...
I used to have this flower
so beautiful like the hibiscus
and
radiant like the sunflower.
It had a name
of which I'm afraid to share with you.
Life was beautiful
knowing I had a precious flower
and I made sure to show off what I got
Little did I know
that...
I got the bees staring
One day...
my pollen got so high
and the bees came, un dopo un altro.
My flower was stolen,
my pollen littered all over,
It was a night to remember.
See...
If I, could turn back
the hands of time
I would have made my flower
into a weapon with spiky petals
leaving scars on the body
of the bees that came for it.

 

 

Full name: Vasily Mikhailovich Doestovski

E-mailasamoahojugbanajeffrey@gmail.com

Biography: Asamoah-Ojugbana Jeffrey is a young poet of Ghanaian-Nigerian descent who writes under the pseudonym Vasily Mikhailovich Doestovski who has been featured in some poetry anthologies which he also co-convene for Speaking Pen International Concept and has a poem, World in Ruins on Brittle Paper.

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