Patrons of the magnolia,
our hips are used in every
maple-sugar camp,
harbingers of good luck
, bustling with hum;
make hues of autumn
by simple division. Serve
as sun
………..-flowers.
They have learned the arts
of roguery, the long honored
particulars of the clock,
the coat, the
clover.
Be(e)s can be wooed with the color blue.
The headquarters of the winter
-green are protected by trees, tansy
tea and winter
-berry wine. They have lost
their right to wear significant hues.
Pink is the ancestor of the ages, a cousin of the crimson.
The cone bearers that give the world its spin
derive their name from plants that wear
fur, and have their own remedies.
Rainfall has the fewest breathing
pores, has given its name to a
mountain.
Darkness comes from seeds.
The balm of the warrior’s wound
are the rays of light in a day
………………………………………-see?
There is loose strife in legend,
where a crown of thorns
breathes under water,
……………………..…stirs him who eats to laughter.
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Holy cow, this one was fun. NaPoWriMo day 12 asks us to write an index poem. My piece is made up exclusively of words and phrases found in the four-page index of a fantastic used book I once found called The Book of Wild Flowers (published in 1924). I’m sure there are some real gems for today’s prompt. Head over and read!
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This is gorgeous!
This is wonderful! (I do believe I chose the wrong book!) 🙂
Holy Cow, this is just superb!! What a pleasure to read and your play on words…I love so many but I’ll just pick one, “Pink is the ancestor of the ages, a cousin of the crimson. ” wow!
What a treat–the poem and the index. So glad you shared the pictures.
So very beautiful, De. You inspired me to go back and try an index piece. I might try to revisit what I wrote adding more of myself into it. I love loose strife. yes I do.
Wonderful poem, I loved it, I really loved that the intro is ‘Patrons of magnolia’, it was such a great first line, I felt like magenta curtains have been opened and I was to observe a beautiful flowery theater scenery.
Wonderful! And that index you found is the bees knees! (I really hope someone someday writes up “Blueberry versus the cranberry” — I want the whole story.)
This is ingenious. I love the way you turned “Flowers” into a verb in the title. Gives it a witchy vibe.
“the coat, the[e]” … putting on coverings when it’s time to hide (out)
clover … sea lover
“The headquarters of the winter” … love this phrase
tansy tea and berry wine?! gorgeousness
“They have lost
their right to wear significant hues.” … What a shame. It’s a travesty, really.
“Pink is the ancestor of the ages, a cousin of the crimson.” … You know I love this line.
Also this: “The balm of the warrior’s wound
are the rays of light in a day”
And the ending:
“There is loose strife in legend,
where a crown of thorns
breathes under water,
……………………..…stirs him who eats to laughter.”
This sounds like it was a lot of fun to write. I’m jealous!
Oh, I love this!! This is wonderful!
This is fabulous!
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