Lily

A short love poem.

Lily

I can pluck you, Daisy. I can cut you, Rose.

 

I can take you, Lily Flower,

 

From the garden of my memory,

 

And keep you in my Southern window

While my garden’s overrun.

 

I can take you, Lily, to a snow white place,

While my garden goes away,

 

And can freeze you in your beauty there

 

While I sit with you

 

And freeze to death...

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

And maybe the speaker and the flower to whom he is talking will eventually be pressed together between the pages of a book.
j.

[barleygirl]

This is a pretty haunting love poem. I'm afraid many lovers have the idea that picking a blossom & taking it away to their own habitat is the right thing to do, but I beg to differ. Despite your chilling message, the poetry is artful & lyrical (((HUGS)))

[Corset]

The cold beauty of a Lily on ice definitely has a gothic feel to it. Tragic, frozen together plucked from memory, Like Snow-white or Ophelia minus the flora and water. It has a danger sewn into the lines,
death becomes her kind of thing.