Fairy Tale Flowers

yellow coreopsis

Seeds sown wide
scatter color to the wind.
July is hothouse
blooms and wildflowers:
Coreopsis gold,
Cosmos pink and purple,
Day lilies and moonflowers.
Bees, flown off their knees,
Crumble dust to honey.
On that perfumed air,
dreams ride Scotch Broom,
trip on witch hobble
and snatch blueberries.
Bee balm bursts into fireworks.
Dragons doze in glades,
and little boys whistle up storms.
Thunder rides stallions
behind black clouds.
Summer is a fairy tale,
wild and free.

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham

Blueberries and Bee Balm

This post is part of Poetry Friday, this week hosted thanks to Keri Recommends.

Poetry Friday with kids

49 thoughts on “Fairy Tale Flowers

  1. Brenda, I can picture bee balm exploding in their flower blooms looking like fireworks. Their points even curve and “sizzle” in appearance. The dreams riding Scotch broom and tripping over witch hobble were such interesting ways of personifying. Then giving links really adds to this, Brenda. Like a layered cake with surprise fillings.
    I wondered if you meant seeds were sown? I like your word as a unique one to depict seeds looking like stitches or something else. 🙂

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    • Oh, my, you caught me in a typo!! Good on you! I do try to use language in unique ways, but “sewn” was a straight out type. LOL I’m glad you see the bee balm that way, too. i love the names of plants, and I try to use them where I can. 🙂

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    • Oh, that does make me happy. Thanks! I loved the poem you shared, especially the ending: “Weak in the world’s long wind,/ yet holding tight.” I feel like that after a long day of parenting. 🙂 I don’t find it easy to comment on blogspot. Often it doesn’t post my comment, despite my best efforts. But I do appreciate what I read.

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  2. Absolutely wonderful Brenda, tells so beautifully of that sudden burst of summer. Before you realise spring has vanished, summer bursts out – then gone before you can truly enjoy it all! 🙂

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    • Heidi, I loved your post on Tuck Everlasting, what a wonderful quote. I tried and tried to leave a comment. I hope you got it, but I have no confidence because it kept offering to let me publish. Anyway, thanks for your compliment about my poem. I was told by a poet in high school that I, too, was a poet, but it took me many years to accept that. But now, I fly the poetry flag high.

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