For the last few weeks, I’ve been posting poems that are tied to flowers, part of the self-entitled Language of Flowers series. These are poems that I wrote back in high school, as part of a project for my creative writing class. We were each given a piece of writing by a famous poet or writer and we were told to take one word from the piece and research its etymological sources, and then we were to create a piece (or pieces) of writing of our own based on where our research led us. Continue reading “The Language of Flowers”
Tag: Language of flowers
Red Carnation’s Crying
Author’s note: The final poem in the Language of Flowers series
Picking at the petals of an asphodel in bloom,
Playing in the shallows of a life still full of lights.
Lying came too soon
To make me see the right.
Words eclipsed the moon
When the boy and the man escaped into the night. Continue reading “Red Carnation’s Crying”
The Black Rose March
Author’s note: Another in the Language of Flowers series.
I walk these empty halls
Like a shadow from a crack.
I knew that we were done
The moment the last rose turned black. Continue reading “The Black Rose March”
Coriander Sins
Author’s note: Another in the Language of Flowers series.
I did not think of him
When we stole away the night.
I did not think at all
When I begged for you to take a bite. Continue reading “Coriander Sins”
The Eglantine Rose’s Lament
Author’s note: A poem I wrote in a series entitled The Language of Flowers.
I died a hundred times for you
But my love, he never knew
And so I’ll die just once more
To see if life’s worth living for. Continue reading “The Eglantine Rose’s Lament”
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