Lilac

Gold cherry

By Yvonne Anderson

Mon, 12 May 2014
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Branches long of lilac
lilac longing
lolling lilac
in the stoppered bottle, tall
bottle washed of olive oil.
Your scent seduces very near
so did that lover, once
breathed in my ear. 
Fleeting whisper in a life.
Such brief moments lilac dear
for that short time each year
your branches lolling
fill me with longing.

 

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Submitted by Bee on

Hi Yvonne.

This describes the lilac so well. I love the scent. It reminds me of a cross between carnations and sweet peas. I liked your poem.

Bee

Submitted by Yvonne Anderson on

Thank you Bee. I agree about the scent and love all three of those flowers. Every year some lilac grows out of a piece of wasteland near my home and I mean to pick it. This year I did and it's in my bedroom now.

Best wishes. Yvonne

Submitted by scratch on

A tour de force of alliteration and assonance, a lovely poem.  Well done on the cherries too Yvonne.

 

Submitted by Yvonne Anderson on

Hello scratch, thank you so much. Discovering the cherries was a lovely way to start the working week

Best wishes. Yvonne

Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

Scents can evoke memories and you describe the experience well, Yvonne. I must sniff lilac now, first time for everything!       Elsie

Submitted by scratch on

I just saw that your cherries have turned to gold.  A wonderful choice for poem of the day Yvonne.

 

Submitted by celticman on

lollicking good poem.

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

An absolute treat for the tongue, Yvonne and deeply romantic. Gold cherries a go go.