The Bouquet Ballet

Powdered black with a velvet sheen

 Ruffling skirts of yellow and green

waltzes on a gentle breath

from a friendly zephyr

that lives by the meadow’s edge.

Fluttering over the garden fair

landing on an iris where shadows are rare.

A gentle hand frees said stem,

 and the Butterfly’s

 search begins once an again.

Tiny feet follow its path

Searching for the next flower to add.

A bearded iris a company of three

Line the basket covering sage so green.

Deep with purples the iris shines

while ponies of crimson add to the sight.

Baby’s Breath fan across the handle of wicker

 then lavender is added

for balance, to the quiver.

A ginger stride returns to home

For the eyes to dine on

Nature’s gold.

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Your voice in this poem is as beautiful as a cool breeze on a hot summer day. Your wordsmithery paints a beautifully vivid picture for the mind's eye. Really, really pretty!

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Linda, I very pleased you enjoyed my garden medley

[Edie Blue Starfish]

This is quite enchanting. You give us a beautiful scene to dream upon.

[barleygirl]

Brilliant way to convey the rapture of being in a place where beautiful plants grow. I feel this way every day in my garden. Sometimes I scour my mind to think of new ways to convey my gardening joy, but here you've pushed me so much further than I was thinking before! You use so many details & such great details, personifying each growing gift & making it into a relationship between gatherer & the inhabitants of this wondrous gathering place! I'm going to meditate on this awesome poem of yours to help me enhance my own similar writing! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Cherrie Palmer]

Okay it's your turn dazzle me with your green thumb and your keen eye :)

[DAH]

This is magical. You put me there beside you, in the garden, in the beauty,
all of it brush-stroked on to paper with dazzling imagery, with absorbing
energy, playful, colorful, shimmering like gold, dancing as angles dance,
with wordplay that holds this reader to the very end. I love your choice of diction.

Bravo, Poet!
DAH

[Cherrie Palmer]

Poetry is always better when the reader is able to find themselves on the page.
Thank you for such a generous review.

[DAH]

My pleasure!

[emmajoy]

'A bearded iris a company of three = Line the basket covering sage so green. - Deep with purples the iris shines - while ponies of crimson add to the sight.'

This is pure magic, Cherrie , truly is. You'v e created beaut iful painting of words, phrases.. added a brilliance of colours and flowers. L ovely! This speaks so much to g'n designer me.

[Cherrie Palmer]

My great aunt always grew flowers and herbs she would cut for the table. I love doing that. Picking each steam is as fun as admiring them later.
Her house and garden lurk in my memories, and influence me.
lol actually I think I have many items like that lurking in my attic :)
thank you Em,

[Robert Trakofler]

You Emmy and barleys gardens I would love to see I cant grow things don't have a green thumb but I have a very green eye and I love to see what you see when you write of it:) Mon Cherrie you paint a vivid tone of beauty in here!!!!!

[Cherrie Palmer]

when I was younger I was an avid gardener, now I just grow things that scream, "I dare you to kill me," and plant things that give me a big payoff with little work. :)

[Robert Trakofler]

Today a couple of folks stopped by for brunch they are doing a documentary of the migration of monarch butterflies and it reminded me of your poem so I showed it to them:)

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) very sweet.
Did you get them to tell you anything cool.

[Robert Trakofler]

They promised to send me a link when it’s done

[Cherrie Palmer]

Well I can't wait to hear all about it

[Lorry]

You see all that and I see flowers. Maybe that explains some things 😀
Your words paint such a wonderful picture that I'm sure I can smell the scene too.
Beautiful.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you, :)

[R.E. Ray]

"Nature's gold" indeed, Cherrie. I was standing in the garden watching the show, all my senses awake. So much color here, too. What a brilliant word-painting in poetic form.

[Cherrie Palmer]

thank you, there is a true pleasure in admiring nature.
I'm always amazed how connected to the land I feel.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Cherrie... your poem reminds me of my Pot of Russian Sage.
It is so hardy during sun and rain... it takes my breath away.
I can appreciate your bouquet ballet. So charming. as ever, Pat

[Cherrie Palmer]

I love growing sage it has such a earthy smell, and I find it very lovely. We have so many similar tastes. As always thank you for stopping by.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear here... I love your poem "The Bouquet Ballet"
that I have written it in my special Journal. I had an Aunt named June who has passed away. For years she was the President of the DelMarVa Iris Club. She raised two girls and a boy on family land in a home my uncle Luther built. Aunt June had the most glorious Iris gardens with so many colors that appeared as dresses with lance... ready to dance.
Now my aunt and uncle has passed and the Iris have been given away. Your poem I will give to her daughter Sandy who still lives on the land in Delaware. Cherrie, I am curious.. "Deep with purples the Iris shines while ponies of crimson add to the sight"... I am certain that should be "while Peonies of Crimson add to the sight. I adore Peonies and their fragrance is the best ever. with love and admiration. Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Cherrie... the Bouquet Ballet is a lovely painting... Pat

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

The scent of flowers could be a healing inhaler when brought together in the right proportion.
Flowers are beautiful, Sometimes a symbol of love. The fragrances are charming and could mesmerize the mind.

Well written, Cherrie.

[Cherrie Palmer]

thank you Kay :)