Benjamin Posted June 10, 2015 Posted June 10, 2015 sweetness pervades the springtime bowers and memories created here from your innocuous small flowers dance in the spaces far from fear they bring with them a soft elation that borders on intoxication yet something's there-- just out of reach distilled from spears of dark green leaf for when racemes wither in summer and autumn turns your berries black cold shears and secateurs will hack-- the wheelbarrow will squeak and blunder and compost in the silent dell exude a secret almond smell Quote
dedalus Posted June 10, 2015 Posted June 10, 2015 Some very good rhyming!! I had to look up the term 'racemes'. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim
Benjamin Posted June 11, 2015 Author Posted June 11, 2015 The Cherry (or English) Laurel has a heady (and for me addictive) sweet smell in the early spring, that carries on the breeze for some distance. Its fresh crushed leaves yield prussic acid (hydrogen cyanide) that in the past has been distilled into laurel water for medical purposes; although the emperor Nero used it to poison drinking water in the wells of his enemies. Quote
dcmarti1 Posted June 12, 2015 Posted June 12, 2015 compost in the silent dell exude a secret almond smell What's not to like in this one either? :) Reach and leaf, good assonance. I can rarely do that. Takes expertise. Liked this one, too. Laurel and a garden centre....A pattern emerging? GIve us primroses and more! Quote
Benjamin Posted June 13, 2015 Author Posted June 13, 2015 Ah! "The Banks Of The Sweet Primroses." A favourite broadsheet traditional song. And how I loved to sing those lines: "I'll make you as happy as any lady, if you will grant me one small relief." Quote
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