I build the spell
with witch hazel,
a woody frame
to brighten gloomy days
with spidery flowers
in sunset sprays,
sublime with spicy scent.
I bind the spell
with tendrils of evergreen
ivy to ward off evil spirits,
its heart-shaped leaves
glossy with friendship and fidelity.
I add some sprigs of rosemary
to help you to remember me.
Kim M. Russell, 24th July 2018
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: The Language of Flowers, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform
Sarah is our host this Tuesday and she would like us to communicate like Victorian belles and beaux, using the language of flowers, which she says was a positive craze in the 19th Century, although flowers have always had a language of their own. Sarah gives us examples from Shakespeare and Brontë, and points us to an article about Victorians’ encoded messages in bouquets, as well as giving us a list of flowers and their meanings.
Sarah asks us to write poems that use flowers and their meanings – a whole bouquet or a single bloom.
You have really used the language effectively here. I can almost see you mumbling this spell while binding this wreath… sometime we have to use the flower and its scents to tie a friendship together.
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That is so true, Bjorn!
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A beautiful bouquet – and poem!
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Thank you, Sherry!
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I like the idea of binding spells in these lines: “I bind the spell
with tendrils of evergreen” I hadn’t thought about binding spells before.
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I think binding spells and binding bouquets are closely related, frank.
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It reads like an incantation, and you use the flower language so perfectly here. I can almost feel the bouquet in my hands. I also like the fact that it would work as a seasonal bouquet. You nailed the prompt perfectly.
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Thank you, Sarah!
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Oh lovely, lovely. A witchy woo spell. Enchanting!~
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Thank you, Jane! I like witchy woo 🙂
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A veritable love spell here. Thank you for the recipe !❤️
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Thank you, Viv! 🙂
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😊
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A sweet incantation, kind of Creole and Poe; and you used the “flower language” flawlessly.
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Thank you, Glenn, I love the thought that my spell has a touch of Creole and Poe!
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A most mesmerizing love spell that’s bound to make friendship bloom 💖💖 Gorgeous use of flower language Kim 😊
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Thank you so much, Sanaa. 🙂
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I love the gathering of flowers and scent into that sprig spell Kim ~ Make it binding with evergreen ~
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Thank you, Grace. We used to have all of these plants in our garden – I really don’t know what happened to the rosemary.
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I want to breathe this poem in and twirl around in the woods, high on the lovely scent. What bewitching magic!
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Thank you, Rommy!
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This ‘spell’ is lovely and musical!
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Thank you, Jo!
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the language of flowers – as messages, as spells – bewitching or possibly blackest of magic?
all possibilities lie within these realms – one must be careful in the choosing!
this is a lovely poem – the sprig of sprigs – and blooms – well done and chosen, and fascinating for the way you’ve woven language into an incantation of sorts … I like it – it breathes life for the fire of wishes ….
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Thank you, Pat. I used to love the sprigs of honesty my grandmother kept in a vase at Christmas – now that’s a message!
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oh wow – that IS a message indeed! LOL – but what a wonderful memory!
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🙂
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kaykuala
I add some sprigs of rosemary
to help you to remember me.
It would be most satisfying when we can influence events through our mown insistence
Hank
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I think sometimes we do.
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A heady, scented incantation. 🙂
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🙂
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I like the sprig of rosemary, Kim!
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Thank you, Lynn!
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All those shapes and scents and colors… a spell indeed. I love your use of rosemary. And the spell bindings, too.
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I love spells!
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You and me both. And you weave them so lively! 😀
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🙂
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I love this. You could write spell-poems all day long and keep me enthralled. Beautiful piece.
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Thank you!
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Quite a bewitching spell – I really like the alliteration in there which makes it so very pleasant to read.
-HA
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Thank you, HA.
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Sounds very sinister at the beginning, then a sprig of rosemary – what a plot!
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😊
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You have enchanted us with the clever use of the language of this flower. Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome, Kim!
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That is a good spell Kim… lets hope it works and people who need to remember, do.
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Thank you, Rajani.
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Continue on with your scented spells…
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Thanks Susie.
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It’s odd, but the mere mention of Rosemary brings about the memory of its smell.
I love the mystical feel to this. The bit about ivy reminded me of yew trees in graveyards and the pagan superstitions that they kept bad spirits at bay.
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Thank you, Carol. Plants are magical and mystical. I prefer this kind of sprig to a traditional bouquet, but mostly I like plants to be left to grow in the soil. 🙂
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I enjoy the way this poem sounds with its like sounds and imagery!
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Thank you, Margaret!
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Somehow, you put me into this poem with you! I am there, feeling the spell being cast ever so carefully with each added plant. And the scents and the details. Just lovely!
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Thanks Lill!
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