A couple of summers ago I was walking out over Holbury way and came upon a beautiful sweet pea growing quite wild and clinging tenuously to a tree. Although a few flowers were in blossom at the top, most were just about to open, how like teardrops they appeared with their pink and lilac [water] markings.
Sweet pea sweet pea
Weeping sweet pea sorrow
tears today and still tomorrow
your breath, sweet incense melancholy
lean in anguish to your cling tree
and I discovered you there
*
We did mingle our tears
sad soft moans and no-one to hear
I pressed your blossomings to my face
gently your fragrant heart could trace
yes, I discovered you there
*
As sisters together
the hurt we shared was our tether
for a little while our breaths entwined
we joined our prayers, solace to find
and I discovered some there.
*
TEASEL TEASEL
Tease me with teasel down Weasel way
my lover will comb my hair today
if he is rough the teasel will catch
I’ll show him the door and lift the latch
if he is gentle and teasels well
I’ll open my heart, my feelings tell
if he is foolish teasel will break
he will forsake me, my heart will ache.
*
FOXGLOVE FOXGLOVE
Foxglove love bells
all hung from above
soft touch fingers lined them
with gossamer upon velvet
dainty nightdresses, flared hem
*
pageant prepared
a show right royal
simple plain white and chaste
or purpled sin but majestic
which either one freckle encased.
*
PRIMROSE PRIMROSE
Primrose and promising
throws back the winter
waving on the Spring
leading the seasonal cavalry charge
ere the hoarfrosts are made aware
she is there among them flowering.
*
CLOVER CLOVER
*
DAFFODILS DAFFODILS [brazen hussies]
How long will you daffodils still
such brazen hussies be?
trumpeting your shame in shades
that all passing by can see
*
All gathered together in crowds
waving to any you please
promiscuous, fun carefree
flagrant and wild as the breeze
*
with heads bowed in feigned modesty
you don’t know how to blush
wanton stare your only charm
pleasure to take in a rush.
*
ANEMONE ANEMONE
Anemone an enemy
no, not to anyone
perfect in beauty orient
she gives no scent, nor sentiment
*
See no laying, ever swaying
no inclination shows
yet leaning always to that fair
her lacking wisdom makes more rare
*
Pretty though careless as the wind
she ought not stand apart
but with fellows the much rather
in their pastels, there they gather
*
No connoisseur would be without
her gentle loveliness
with such sensuous flagrance she
makes herself a must that must be
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Ahh … another dainty poetry by lady G.
Lovely.
Oh babes I’ve hit a little vein, there are some more of these whirling away in my head, but I thought wait up a bit to see if anyone thinks they are any good. So a hundred kisses are on the way, like dandelion seeds wafted high on the wind [see I can't stop] halp
These poems are very good; I think
That the teasel and primrose poems are best
But naturally I love the rest
They all are rather marvellous
(Rhyming, alas, is contagious)
Hey! I wasn’t kidding when I said clouds are doing something or other’s rock song was poetically good, nor was I being patronising, so if you find a way of projecting into the future tell him so-
always a plesh to see you
Thank you gentledove. Don’t worry, I don’t feel patronised; I’m pleased and honoured that you liked it!
I’d pass on the message to CloudsAreGatheringOverMe, but we exist in different universes.
dammit when am I gonna get the hang of this? mind you I’m improving.