They're frilly skirts to my morning bouquet
Leaves with seedy wands, trailing wisps and spray
Their sheen, glossy-green, sun-crinkled
against riot of raspberries, ruffled-wrinkled
As I walk, my hair is nest of blooms, cress,
Queen Anne’s Lace, and pleated wheat. No regrets,
no doubts. Morning tangs of fresh lemon, stillness
that brims as I stand beside you, summer's fullness
Picture credit: here
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar. Walter is our host and we are working with rhymes for this prompt. Join us when the pub opens at 3pm EST.
A lovely and delicate song to summer. I can smell the flowers. Queen Anne's Lace my favorite of these 'weeds'
ReplyDeleteJane (Lady Nyo)
Oh I do love the sense of summer here... the bloom and Queen Anne's lace is a wonderful thing.. to remember. i love how subtle your rhymes are...
ReplyDeleteYou seem to work with rhyme like a second nature; lovely in its imagery & brevity. I like the lines /sun-crinkled/against riot of raspberries/ruffled-wrinkled/.
ReplyDeleteA summer sense with rhyme, works any old time
ReplyDeleteSummer blooms....wonderful. here, fall has suddenly arrived....lots of much needed rain.
ReplyDeleteI know this challenge was all about the rhyme (which you excelled at, as well), but OHMYGOODNESS, this phrase:
ReplyDelete"riot of raspberries"
Fantastic.
Their sheen, glossy-green, sun-crinkled
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Gorgeous!!! ❤
Oh Grace, this is just so fresh and fruity!
ReplyDeleteI can't even tell you what I see in the title. It's too naughty. :X
ReplyDeleteI love this section:
"sun-crinkled
against riot of raspberries, ruffled-wrinkled"
Also the way you describe your hair, especially how there's "no regret" woven into your hair. That is AWESOME.
This too: "Morning tangs of fresh lemon, stillness"
You're such a gorgeous writer.
"riot of raspberries" ... man, that's so good
Your rhyme adds such an aire to your piec there usage borders on perfection. Love this presentation, Grace!
ReplyDeleteLovely <3
ReplyDeleteQueen Anne’s Lace, and pleated wheat. That's my fave! lovely poem, Grace :)
ReplyDeletesummer's fullness indeed...so gorgeously delicious...
ReplyDeleteGorgeous! Love all your internal and external rhymes.
ReplyDeleteI do like the imaginative feel for the rhyme Grace. Bouquet and spray were quite delicate.
ReplyDeleteTheir sheen, glossy-green, sun-crinkled
ReplyDeleteagainst riot of raspberries, ruffled-wrinkled
The rhyming stands out most eloquently Grace! Crinkled and wrinkled are classic sounding words!
Hank
words exchanged, beneath lush trees,
ReplyDeletethe fecund bounty, pollen-laden bees,
buzz around, dragonfly ends a life,
delicate sunlit kiss, now a wife
Brian @ https://screamingcoffin.wordpress.com/
Sorry about the double web address in the comment. It said anonymous at first.
DeleteIt is alright, smiles.
DeleteI love the rhyming verses during the wedding. But sad for that dragonfly who dies. Thanks Brian!
Nest of bloom... I like that, Grace.
ReplyDeleteIt's Friday!
Such a fun day.
Loved all the different plants you worked in!
ReplyDeleteLovely botanical romp! :-)
ReplyDeleteDelightful!
ReplyDeleteJust came in from the garden and here I am, enjoying more of nature's gifts present in such soft-flowing rhyme!
ReplyDeleteLovely images for a Summer bride.
ReplyDeleteThoroughly enjoyed the weave of different rhymes and words.
ReplyDeleteA treat for the senses - a dreamy summer reverie, beautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteI was once, in my youth, a Summer bride. I think about it now and then although we have long since parted ways. Lovely post.
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