sweet scented beating heart of passion
named deliverer of 1000 declarations
and 10,000 apologies
the thorn in the side of lovers
a petaled face among the brush
wild, ready to peck at the pride
of the faint of heart
Flower poem #1! Part of my process in writing this poem, and all the ones that will follow this month – after I’d randomly come up with a flower for each day – involved reading up on the meaning of the flower. The Victorian Language of Flowers fascinates me; I love the idea of receiving a coded message in the gift of a bouquet. Here is an article that I don’t think I referenced but still will give you the gist. Thank you for reading!