A Hundred Million Years before
There was no Love, no Name
Until a Plant released its Pollen
And the First Flower came
Love was not found. Love was invented
By something that could not speak
A wordless want between two Beings
A Wind, a Bloom, a Scene
Whenever I behold her face
The Bougainvillaea stirs in my mind
That season when my City blooms
In Magentas, Pinks, and its Rustling
And something in my chest unfolds
The way the Bracts unfold
A Love too large for looking
Too vivid to be told
She is
like that beguiling Flower
An Illusion so exquisite
What we call her Bloom are Leaves
Protecting something akin to a soul
A tiny floret, white, so small
It hides from every Eye, even mine
The real thing always is the thing
We always pass By
So the next time I meet her
I will not settle for the Bloom
I will wait for what is guarded
The white floret in the room
For Love too is a Bract
Vivid, crinkled, bright
Protecting something small and real
From every eye and every light
The soul inside us all, swaying day and night
NaPoWriMo Day 19 – And now for today’s (optional) prompt. The word florilegium refers to a book of botanical illustrations of decorative plants and also a collection of excerpts from other writings. In her poem, “Florilegium,” Canadian poet Sylvia Legris gathers together many five-lined stanzas that describe flowers but also play with the sounds of their names, their medical (or poisonous) qualities, and historical aspects of herbalism. Today, pick a flower or two (or a whole bouquet, if you like) from this online edition of Kate Greenaway’s Language of Flowers. Now, write your own poem in which you muse on your selections’ names and meanings. If you’re so inclined, you could even do some outside research into your flowers, and incorporate facts that you learn into your work.
Painting by K Kovuluski. Style inspired by Emily Dickinson’s love for flowers.

One response to “[584] What The Leaves Protect”
I know where the boganvillaea bloom! 😉 I love them too and I adore your poem.
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