She rises alone from her bed
An ancient lady in a skirt of red
Brought to these shores by a people long since dead
Amongst grains of wheat and barley for their bread
Mother of millions, and millions fed
Poppy to this tilled land is wed.
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Beautiful insight.
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That is rather lovely, my friend. As is the image π
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Thank you, my friend. That was in my head, complete, when I woke up Thursday morning
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Wow. That is fabulous!
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I love the 2nd line, Crispina. The flowers does look like it’s dressed in red.
Aren’t flowers magical to look?
Isadora π
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Poppies make me think of flamenco dancers! The way the petals swirl in the wind πβ
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And, the colors are always vibrant. π
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I have a delicate pink one in my garden (corn poppies, wild, not the opium poppy) but the rest are radiant red!
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How beautiful π
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