
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!
ready to peck at the pride
of the faint of heart
Love this especially because it totally echoes how I feel.
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