Virginal

Virginal
by Michael R. Burch

 
For an hour
every wildflower
beseeches her:
To thy breast,
Elizabeth!
 

But she is mine;
her lips divine
and her breasts and hair
are mine alone.
 
Let the wildflowers moan.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Has a 17th century sound too it. It is not a sonnet, but has the same flavor. Liked the spareness, the brevity and the rhyming. The last line sums up the speaker's feeling. Well done.

[Michael R. Burch]

Thanks, I'm glad you liked my poem. It is probably closest to a medieval lay.