Across the ancient woodland floor,
Sea of green leaves and white blooms steeped in folklore.
Fairies dance to the tunes of those May bells,
But, enjoy too much and they turn to death knells.
Mary’s tears signal a return of happiness,
In the wedding bouquet of a beloved princess.
Convallaria to some, Muguet to the French over in Calais,
To me; my mother’s favourite: Lily of the Valley.
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Author:
Jenny Wren (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 25th, 2019 13:42
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Beautifully written, an ode to a lovely flower
We have a great deal of Lily of the Valley in our front garden and they were there before we lived in the house, we have been there for nearly twenty years and the Lily great us year after year.
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