‘Tis a bleeding heart she kneels to touch
twixt garden replete with anemones.

Tears fall, drenching red-lobed blossoms,
whilst silent sobs take leave from half-bent frame.

Loneliness stalks her vulnerability
as sun begins to fade and violet shades the sky.

Fragile moss roses shrink within themselves
having lost the rays of day.

Anguish struck, she sags at the sound
as wrought iron gate clangs shut.

Lover no more, their friendship spent,
mounted, he urges steed to faster speed.

Digs, indeed embeds, his silver spurs
into rippling sweating flanks.

He rushes, nay, he flees from her,
she ripe with unborn child

his seed within her womb.
Hapless garden waiting but to bloom.


Written for Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. Sarah hosts today, asking us to consider the language of flowers….a popular craze within the 19th century when writing was how people communicated over distance and time. Within a list she provides, Garden Anemones are equated with “forsaken.”  Trying my hand at a Victorian tone here. 

37 thoughts on “Forsaken

  1. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) July 24, 2018 / 3:07 pm

    Oh this works so well with that flower… in Swedish it’s called a lieutenant’s heart… and works so well with this tragedy that could well fit into broadsheet song…

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    • lillian July 26, 2018 / 11:20 am

      Ah, many thanks, Bjorn. I’ll get to reading the flower posts later this afternoon. I’m a wee bit behind.


  2. kim881 July 24, 2018 / 3:23 pm

    Another colourful posy, Lill! I love the lines:
    ‘Fragile moss roses shrink within themselves
    having lost the rays of day’
    so delicate after the striking red-lobed blossoms.

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  3. sarahsouthwest July 24, 2018 / 4:00 pm

    I read this and thought how well it fitted with that Victorian romantic sensibility. I love the final irony of the seed blossoming inside her, and the subtle use of the anemone message. And the violet sky – perfect. This is delightful.

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    • lillian July 26, 2018 / 11:21 am

      Thank you, Sarah. I truly truly enjoyed this prompt and loved transporting my pen back into Victorian times 🙂


    • lillian July 26, 2018 / 11:22 am

      Thank you! How approriate to use emoji of flowers 🙂


  4. Vivian Zems July 24, 2018 / 4:05 pm

    I love the garden references. That cad on his horse should stop by mine…. I’ve got a gift for him😈

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  5. Glenn Buttkus July 24, 2018 / 4:17 pm

    I agree–you have weaved an entire Victorian tale in the mantle of one poem. I loved it, reminding me of Bronte & Dickinson. The clang of that iron gate haunts, as I see a young Vincent Price as the dastardly lover.

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    • lillian July 26, 2018 / 11:23 am

      Oh my…… glad you enjoyed, Glenn. I just finished my haibun readings….and shall get to all the flower posts this afternoon. Looking forward to yours! 🙂


  6. Grace July 24, 2018 / 5:54 pm

    What a sad ending to the beautiful blossoms ~ The last two lines closed this tragedy with an ironic twist on the seed waiting to bloom ~

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    • lillian July 26, 2018 / 11:24 am

      Thank you, Grace….such a nice comment to read this morning! I just caught up on my final haibun readings (the old teacher in me had me writing quite long replies) so will catch up on the floral posts this afternoon. Look forward to reading yours.


  7. rothpoetry July 24, 2018 / 9:16 pm

    That was a wild ride for sure!! You have really incorporated a lot of flower power in this one. I liked the unborn seeds in the womb …

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    • lillian July 26, 2018 / 11:26 am

      Thank you! I really enjoyed this prompt. Just caught up on my haibun reading and will move on to all the flower posts this afternoon. Look forward to reading yours!


  8. lynn__ July 24, 2018 / 10:34 pm

    Wow, Lillian, what a heartbreaking Victorian bouquet you’ve arranged with your words. The sounds of iron gate and hoofbeats echo with betrayal.

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    • lillian July 26, 2018 / 11:26 am

      Betrayal indeed. In the words of Vivien, he was a cad! Glad you enjoyed.

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    • lillian July 26, 2018 / 11:27 am

      I did so enjoy writing this one….somehow it ended sadly….I guess the bleeding hearts were the omen?


      • Mary (tqhousecat) July 26, 2018 / 11:49 am

        Could be. My sister-in-law gave me a bleeding heart. Then she died of breast cancer. That was years ago. I still have the beautiful plant that expands every year. Beauty in the pain.


  9. anmol(alias HA) July 25, 2018 / 10:16 am

    Oh! To be forsaken in such a manner is so saddening. It makes for a classic Victorian moral story, but how you interpret it makes all the difference. Well-penned.

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    • lillian July 26, 2018 / 11:27 am

      Thank you, HA! So glad you enjoyed.


  10. A Reading Writer July 25, 2018 / 11:14 am

    The last two lines summarizes the entire poem like how a sunset put a period on another day. So beautiful, Lillian

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    • lillian July 26, 2018 / 11:28 am

      Ah, many thanks for the kind comment! Truly appreciated.


  11. Imelda July 25, 2018 / 2:08 pm

    Love this. The ending is so beautiful and thought provoking. On the one hand, it is sad that he will not be a part of the garden blooming garden. On the other hand, it may all be for the best.

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    • lillian July 26, 2018 / 11:29 am

      hmmmm….you may have something there. Any cad who digs his spurs into the flanks of his horse….well how good of a dad could he have been? My pen just sort of ran with this one and turned it into a story. I guess I should have known where the writing would go when I started with the bleeding heart!

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      • Imelda July 26, 2018 / 12:21 pm

        That’s the beauty of writing, isn’t it? Sometimes, it takes unexpected turns. It takes a life of its own and no one knows who’s in control? the writer or the story? 🙂

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