Iris dance.

Where does the iris come from?

 

One day, the flower gods, 
in their heaven, 
laughed and laughed as they 
created every different kind of flora imaginable.

But, as in any tailor's shop, 
bits of material wound up on the sewing room floor
and otherworldly breezes swept the magical pieces away, 
out into the open, 

where they fell to earth.



Iris is the firmament in petals, 
blue on this day, framed in 
golden sun
and smiling pinks of sunrise and sunset.

The flute in her voice soars as a leitmotif, 
her fellow blossoms the harps and cellos who accompany her.

A taste of iris
would enliven, like the sugar of river water, 
and doze like afternoon sounds of sunlight on warm grass.

Her colours play with the calm and lightness
of a little girl's laugh.

What brute strength in the stalk
that spends a lifetime tethering, as the magic calls, 
holding onto one hand, 
just one more dance, 
before iris returns to the sky. 

Author's Note

A little modern mythology, meant to gladden the heart.

Reviews

[Neville]

As a rainbow she appeared
and then as one they each fell
hopelessly in love with her
one upon one upon one upon one
until all her beauty was revealed
and they named her Iris.....................this lil bit o modern mythology certainly gladdened this old
heart.... write on V..... N

[Verse]

I think your take on it might be a bit closer to the truth! :):)

Beautiful, Neville! Made me smile.

V

[Neville]

then I am consumed with satisfaction (lol)....have a great day V.... N

[Kelly Scheppers]

Pardon my interruption, but Nev, I do believe you've penned a poem there in that review!

[Neville]

Upon my word.. I do believe you might be right Kelly....

[Kelly Scheppers]

...it's beautiful, like the Iris itself!

[Neville]

thank you Kelly, now I'm blushing..

[Kelly Scheppers]

...and they named her Iris...that should be your title!!

[Verse]

Kelly’s right, Nev... you should post it!

[Neville]

but it was a gift :)

[Neville]

and they named her Iris.. how very kind of you both Kelly & Verse

[Verse]

And I am giving you permission to borrow my gift, should you so choose. :):)

[Kelly Scheppers]

...and so it comes back to you, and you give back to her. It's the circle of life...poetry in motion. Oh look, she even wants you to!!

[Verse]

I know right? This is all so very Lion King!!!

[Neville]

okay, okay.. tis done, but if you guys pull another stunt like this, I'm gonna have to buy a new pen, or summat...

[Verse]

Hahaha!! Nev, the people have spoken! :):)

[Neville]

........ :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

Lol, yeah!!!!

[Neville]

I have been truly collaborated and my do them bruises feel good..

[Einstein Noodle]

simply beautiful ..and i love the iris! they have kind of hang dog dragon faces ;) your imagery ..the tastes, textures and musicality brought to play are smooth ride baby ..smooth ride ... you hit on all points to gladden ones day ... at least mine is now .. thanks for sharing your wonderful poem/prose ... i like the combination ... it works very well in your story telling ... well done .. so glad i did not miss this
E.

[Verse]

Oh, that's so kind of you to stop by with a huge bouquet of praise!!! Consider my day gladdened at this end. :):)

V

[Wild Rose]

So that is how the Iris came to be

You described it perfectly its untidy flower head strong stalk (stands our seaside winds)

[Verse]

Yes, dear friend, this is how they came to be. :):)

Thank you for stopping by to see the world of an iris for a few minutes.

V

[Chris Shaw]

Ah, you bring me the iris, but not for long before you take her away. I am sad at the moment so this is like losing a friend. I love how your imagination works on this write Verse. Nicely done.

Chris

[Verse]

I am very sorry to hear that you are sad, Chris! That’s what matters most of all.

Thanks for spending a little time in this iridian world.:):). I just love it whenever you come for a visit.



V

[Ghost writer]

I love the amazing picture you paint, well done V

[Verse]

Thanks so much, WeakFreak! :):)

V

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this dance is such a sweet gambol....

i want to fall into the irises...and if i can't i will just fall into the poem itself.

[Verse]

Ah, smiles to you, my friend! It’s a soft landing, I promise. :):)

V