Quite simply my intention was to write
effusively today, perhaps spurred to superfluity
in flashbacks of pre-natal elation; there’s nausea in nascency
and I’m loath to froth over in over-expressive
Glory Be’s and Odes but the wildest of wildflowers
drives to excess, to lanes chock full to the milky brim
late May days still peppered with fragrant aniseed
cherished chervil memories of walks to the high verges
new creamy calves lying low in cow parsley
and another kind of nativity set in motion
fashioning a name from Queen Anne’s lace
my daughter!
Anthriscus sylvestris – white umbelliferous perennial of the Carrot family – common names include wild chervil, hedge parsley, cow parsley, Queen Anne’s lace
It’s that time of year and a final flower(y) poem for May to add to the diverse Thursday link up
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I love the fragrance and that gushing excessively of that wildest of wild flowers ~
Thanks Grace – was a good excuse to do the inexcusable and gush
I love the ambiguity of the speaker of this poem, Laura: it could be you or it could be Mother Nature! I had to read it aloud and some of the phrases felt delicious on the tongue, especially ‘spurred to superfluity’, ‘there’s nausea in nascency’ and ‘loath to froth over’. But my favourite lines were those with the flower images. I adore ‘lanes chock full to the milky brim’ and the smell of ‘fragrant aniseed / cherished chervil memories of walks to the high verges’. The British countryside has a lot to answer for – I’m spoilt!
Thank you for such lovely feedback Kim and for your astute observation – it is the nature of an about to be mother recalling Mother Nature in all her aspects and the Anthricus is still so evocative
‘new creamy calves lying low in cow parsley’ So lush! Love it.
A charming vignette of Spring meadows – seen so frequently yet it never fails to captivate me – thank you Tish
It’s hard to beat – drifts of cow parsley.
Love this final poem to May ..💜 especially this: “late May days still peppered with fragrant aniseed”.. is just beautiful! 💜
An ode to May I suppose it is too as my favourite month gives way to June
Spring births always bring warm feelings of pastoral beauty!
Dwight
So right – 2 of my children are Springers!
Beautiful! Gush more often… let the critics (including the one inside your head) be damned! Poetry is written for your (the poet’s) heart, and yours alone. We are but voyeurs peeking over your shoulder. Some of us are voyageurs, who willingly walk alongside you down this path.
What can I say Charley but thank you for all your encouraging words – let us journey then in the face of froth!
You have me laughing!
Nice phrase: “nausea in nascency”
Not a word I get to use often but I like its sound
Cow parsley! This poem is delightful!
Thank you for being delighted
A lovely poem, I enjoyed the stroll in the wildflowers.
thank you Annell – almost eponymous for you too!
I do love this .. all the names (which I do not know though i probably know the flowers)… Now in early summer there is something so strong in what the flowers give, but also the sense of passing time when they return again.
so right Bjorn – the scent is evocative of Spring birth and summer loss