Na/GloPoWriMo Day 11, 2020… and hoping each of you is having a blessed Easter eve!! Today’s poem prompt is to write a poem featuring the secret language of flowers, floriography. Given that I have been with my two little girls all day, I was tempted to rehash a poem I wrote a few years ago. Then as I refreshed my mind on the symbolism my mind slipped into thinking on two things, Easter and my love for Desiree….
The Floriography of Our Easter Love Renewed by Michael Doyle Pressed like your words between two lips Are your tulips offering me forgiveness For my two hands holding onto your hips Knowing that neither of us will deny this Like Victorians in our unspoken symbology Our love runs as deep as our shared theology As we walk along the gardens of your womanhood The nosegay over your heart is understood White robed apostles of hope come to bloom Reminding where Jesus' sweat released us from our doom In repentance, your innocence and purity Returns my thoughts to virtue and upholding dignity The purples of your azaleas remind that like royalty You have become and are my queen, safe in my loyalty As you give me the temperance of self control I know that each of us takes up our rightful role Handing you a single rose with five soft petals Each as if the wounds of Christ, worn like a medal Forgive my heart for it's lingering mortal sin And I know this Easter, we do renew our love again (c) April 11, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
