I love the old meanings of flowers and how they are used here in Lynn’s poem.
my dear iris,
you left me with
on my garden anemone
how can i trust your foxglove love?
offer me bluebells and ivy…
perhaps i shall arrange them in a
vase with fragrant yellow roses.
ah, sweet william,
now that i’ve returned
it is best to plant pansies
in the windowboxes
come away with me and
enjoy the lillies of the valley
let us climb the ripe plum tree!
In the Victorian era, flowers spoke secret messages. Sarah at dVerse poets explains the meanings of different blooms (as used in my poem). Say it with flowers!