ANGEL'S TRUMPETS

Surrounded by snowcapped mountains in a rustic cabin

Amid an aquamarine lake dreamily glassine

A woodland setting away from the glamour and bling

On the fifth anniversary of our courting, ‘twas my dream to have a fairytale wedding

On the threshold stood my Prince Charming, holding out to me a diamond-studded platinum ring

Flaunting my pearls and ivory lace bridal gown

With a bottle of champagne and a bouquet of exotic flowers I'd homegrown

Into the threshold I stepped to see a dashing groom who had no idea what would happen very soon!

Raising a toast to our future and wedded bliss

He took large sips and realised too late something was amiss

Choking and sputtering, he was clearly in distress

Managing to gasp incoherently " what have you done to me, you sorceress?"

As he lay writhing and squirming, I granted his last wish, his memory needed jogging

Here was the wolf who hid in a sheep's clothing

My family and home were reduced to shambles after his greed and wresting

Falling in love with me was his losing game

He hadn't recognised me, I'd vowed to avenge our downfall and shame

As his eyes fluttered close and breath began to fade

Told him that the champagne was concocted out of Angels Trumpets and Deadly Nightshade !

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

Pic Courtesy:Image by Robert Owen-Wahl from Pixabay

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Angel's trumpet is a very poisonous plant, causing intense hallucinations, seizures, and even death in the most severe cases. This plant can also cause poisoning through various routes. You can get poisoned by touching, inhaling, or eating almost any part of an angel's trumpet.

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