Meg was rampant!
Flourishing.
Reaching out. Struggling towards the future. Every tendril of her young body was heading at last towards the bright light. They can’t hold her back anymore! Not fair to keep a new hope so suppressed. She had the nouse to seize any thing with her own hands, grab hold of any leverage, and pull herself up. Setting new bud aimed at making the most of any opportunity. No artificial aids for her, she could do it all on her own. No one is going to tie her down or put her to the stake!
It was the light that inspired her.
Whenever it appeared as surely it did like clockwork, but every day, just that little bit earlier, urging her onward.
She’d been kicked into the bottom of a hole, and stayed there for too long. Not nice to be ditched down there, dirt shovelled over her, then heaped with chicken shit. Was that deserved? How did someone expect her to grow through all that? Gee, what do you have to do around here to earn a little respect?
She’ll show them! Just a wee drink, to soften her outer shell. A little warmth to get those hormones humming. Suck in a breath and swell. And hey...that worked. That did it for her! She was away. Reaching up, pumping juices through her veins, swelling her buds and pushing upwards and outwards. Splitting her jacket in the process. But what the hell! Getting too bloody tight for her anyway.
“We gotta do it to get out of this shit we’re in." she thought. No one else is going to do it for her.
Who’s going to notice her if she doesn’t get a move on? They’d just chuck someone else into the manure heap and kiss her arse goodbye.
But she’d show them. She’d show them she had the potential. She just needed a little encouragement. Oh, and that drink of water was sure invigorating. I think that’s what finally kicked it all off. Got her going. Gave her the incentive to set new growth and push up and reach out. But after that,she could do it now on her own! She was away. She had her roots in the shit still, but that would wash away with the new rain. She’d soon shake that off!
Meantime, that light looked enticing. It really was giving her the old come on….
And who was that guy strutting around, pretending importance,cultivating everyone else but ignoring her? Why cut her out? Why overlook her pretty young buds sticking out in front of her? They were new young sprouts, untouched yet by anyone. She needed them to be seen.
So she stretched out for the light again. Pushed them forward….
And the light held her and shared it‘s warmth with her. Feeding her with it’s energy. Suckling, she moved onwards. New horizons appeared. She could go in any direction now as she’d overtaken all her competitors. That smug, arrogant fat arse of a guy was looking her way now! He’d finally taken note of her, and the way she was blossoming. Those buds weren’t so little now either. In fact they were getting to be rather protuberant!
“Blooming lovely.” she thought she’d heard him say, that day when she caught him looking.
Meg was fertile.
She felt a kind of weird pressure building up all over the place. It wasn’t just one little bud doing it either. Quite a few really. Those strange feelings were coming from all over her stretched out body. But it was the briefest of contacts that had set it off. He had buzzed off before she even knew what had happened, leaving her with a desolate emptiness. She’d missed a longer, deeper, more lasting physical contact. It was offered. She’d seen the signals.They were all there…and several times. But she just wasn’t ready. It had to be right.
But now the light was her lover.
It warmed her. It helped her ripen, and keep the Autumn chill away during the day. She could last through the dark as long as the light was there to receive her again in the morning. That comforted her. It kept her strong- allowed her to feel new hope that there was more ahead for her.
Getting out of that shit was worth it. Putting out new feelers in all directions was the right thing to do. Worth the effort. The seed for the future was good.
Meg was happy.
Meg is a friend, who, just like my daughter Elissa found herself made redundant during this past world financial meltdown. And it's tough for a lot of good people these days, trying to get back into the system that kicks shit out of you, squishes you, keeps you down in the shit.
Incidentally, I had been growing pumpkins this season, and had given my plants nicknames. Ha!
So to keep encouraging the girls, I got inspired to write this. And you don't have to be told, that it's about triumphing, by not getting down, keeping the hope alive, and getting out there seeking out every opportunity to succeed.
The 'light' is hope.
Meg's triumph.
