I am a Middle Eastern beauty,
a migrant of the sixteenth century,
a gauzy turban of petalled secrets.
Some prefer me dressed in scarlet,
sprung from droplets of blood,
a ruby flood of perfect love.
My yellow flower’s glow is cheerful,
the power of my white’s forgiveness,
while my purple robe is royal.
My orb-shaped bulbs rejoice in soil;
they have driven men to madness,
caused tulip mania and sadness;
and my centre’s like a lover’s heart,
deep and velvety dark with passion.
I have never been out of fashion
and, gathered in the rainbow ocean
of the tulip fields, I am not a simple
blossom, but the epitome of charm.
Kim M. Russell, 18th February 2020
Linda welcomes us to Poetics this week with flowery drinks, a quote from Goldie Hawn, and poems from Emily Dickinson and Lisa Bellamy.
Linda says that she loves flowers and has a garden full of them – I’ve seen photos, and it’s gorgeous! She would like us to think about what flowers we most identify with, or our favourites, and write poems from their perspective. She has given us some questions to think about: How did the flower begin? What has it seen? How does it feel to be a flower? Where did it end? And a link to a website that list flowers from A-Z.