inspiration

Once I spoke the language of the flowers.
Once I understood each word the caterpillars said.
Once I smiled in secret,
At the gossip of the starlings.
And had a conversation with a dragonfly in bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets,
And joined in with the crying
Of each dying flake of snow.
Once I spoke the language of the flowers.
How did it go,
How did it go,
How did it go?

I used to really want to write a fic centred around that poem. For a while the Tamora Pierce fandom looked like a good place to do it but that was many years ago and I've since mostly vanished from it.

Still. Sometimes I want to try again.