my dear iris,
you left me with
dewdrop tears
on my garden anemone
how can i trust your foxglove love?
offer me bluebells and ivy…
perhaps i shall arrange them in a
vase with fragrant yellow roses.
ah, sweet william,
now that i’ve returned
it is best to plant pansies
in the windowboxes
come away with me and
enjoy the lillies of the valley
let us gather nosegays of violets!
In the Victorian era, flowers spoke secret messages. Sarah at dVerse poets explains the meanings of different blooms (as used in my poem). Say it with flowers!
a poem in my pocket 
Oct 04, 2018 @ 09:08:49
Reblogged this on Nothing Gilded, Nothing Gained-Author Adrienne Morris and commented:
I love the old meanings of flowers and how they are used here in Lynn’s poem.
Oct 04, 2018 @ 20:53:12
Thanks for re-blogging my poem, Adrienne.
Jul 29, 2018 @ 07:46:57
Beautiful messages woven throughout! 🙂
Jul 30, 2018 @ 13:16:17
Thanks, Lillian!
Jul 25, 2018 @ 16:54:08
Sweet letter and I so love those bluebells and ivy ~ Good one Lynn ~
Jul 25, 2018 @ 16:25:13
I’ve come back and read the new edit – great fun. I hope they make it!
Jul 25, 2018 @ 19:37:24
Me too 🙂
Jul 25, 2018 @ 16:22:12
Nice sound in this line: “how can i trust your foxglove love?”
Jul 25, 2018 @ 10:47:56
I love this second chance…. the climbing of a plum tree sounds perfect.
Jul 25, 2018 @ 11:30:28
thanks, Bjorn…friendship in romance wins!
Jul 25, 2018 @ 05:09:46
Lovely! It’s such a fragrant poem at first glance, and then the hidden meanings give a secret layer and depth. Thank you for joining in 😌💐
Jul 25, 2018 @ 06:05:14
Thank you, Sarah. I’ve since edited it into an exchange of love notes…this prompt was fun!
Jul 24, 2018 @ 21:50:22
yes, I like this!!
Jul 24, 2018 @ 21:52:51
Thank you very much 🙂