He waited in the garden.
Their daily early tryst,
always morning glory.
Impatiens,
burning desire
bursting his bachelor buttons.
Dainty yellow lady slippers
softened her step
coming closer, closer still.
Beautiful bosom
draped in ivy,
touched by morning dew.
Primrose to many,
but he knew better.
Those swinging rosehips,
passion flower in disguise.
Written for Misky’s twiglet # 88, “ivy draped.” There are seven flowers mentioned in this poem, in addition to ivy. Can you find the all? A twiglet is a short phrase or word that is aimed to prompt.
lillian the home poet 
This is a floral gem! Love it 💕
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Thanks, Misky. Love the twiglets 🙂
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I’m glad!😁
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Amid the flutter-bys…their original name (I heard that somewhere)
Several flowers hid in plain site.
I am not well versed in garden flowers,
And confess I cannot find seven them all…
Lovely illustration and your verse tells a compelling story 🙂
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Morning Glory, Impatiens, Bachelor Buttons, Lady Slippers, Primrose, Rosehips, Passion Flower
Glad you enjoyed!
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I must have been half asleep… I couldn’t find seven different flowers in the illustration (if they were all in there. 🙂
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Flowers were in the poem, not the illustration. Just thought the illustration fit the mood of the poem.
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Simply de vine. 🙂
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Ah….you are a sweet pea indeed! 🙂
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Oh my goodness, I did find all 8! *preen* Most of the flower names just cry out to be part of a poem, don’t they? I do hope nobody involved has pollen probs… 😉
I really enjoyed your comment at my Word Garden. Thanks, girl.
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You’re welcome. This was a fun prompt for me.😊
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ps–I should say that this is Fireblossom in Word Press clothing.
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Marvelous! 😎🥀
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Thank you, Dorna!
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