Standard Posted by Brenda Davis Harsham Posted on July 12, 2018 Posted under Photography, Poetry Comments 49 Comments Peony Petals sun-filled petals, scalloped and scented, soft as new baby’s skin Copyright 2018 Brenda Davis Harsham Notes: Happy Poetry Friday! Thanks to Sylvia Vardell at Poetry for Children for hosting. I’m in a trance of editing, a swirl of words, a maelstrom of meaning. Ways to Share this:EmailPrintMoreTwitterTumblrPinterestPocketFacebookGoogleLinkedInRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related FlowernaturepeonyPoetry Fridayseasonsummer Post navigation ← A Book by the Brook — It’s Not Jack and the Beanstalk Strength in Contrast → 49 thoughts on “Peony Petals” Beautiful, Brenda… ❤ LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thanks! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply So Beautiful… LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Thanks. LikeLike Reply 😊 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply That is a gorgeous photo and haiku! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Thanks! LikeLike Reply Those are some splendid petals–great comparison with a baby’s skin. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply “I’m in a trance of editing, a swirl of words, a maelstrom of meaning.” Just…wow! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply It’s a heady place to be. 🙂 LikeLike Reply So lovely! Love the image, all that pink, and all those ssssss! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Thanks, Sylvia. Sally and I both were intoxicated with the sssss. LikeLike Reply A perfect match of stunning image and beautifully crafted words. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thanks, Sally. I am smiling just to see you’ve been by. LikeLike Reply An overflowing swell of beauty lies in your poem and photo Brenda–and your comment above sounds like another poem, “The air was still, and the flower and I held our breath.” Thanks for these luscious offerings! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Thanks for reading so carefully, Michelle. I do enjoy our friendship. XOXO LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Me too! xo LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Oh, man! I can just SMELL that peony when I look at it. And yes to the softness of the petals, too! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thanks, Mary Lee. Isn’t summer wonderful? I have to wait another whole year for more peonies. 🙂 LikeLike Reply So, so beautiful! I’d frame this shot and hang it if it were mine. And I love the comparison to a baby’s skin. Perfect! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply It was more crisp and full of light than I hoped for. The air was still, and the flower and I held our breath. 🙂 LikeLike Reply I spied some peonies in Adelaide – though I didn’t get as close to them as you obviously did! 🙂 (We don’t get peonies, and I think it was probably this very blog where I first discovered them…) LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Yes, I remember you commenting on that. They don’t last long, but when they open, it’s like a miracle. From a golf-ball sized bud, you get a salad plate sized bloom. I have some planted in my yard, and each spring, their blooms put my azaleas in the shade. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Wow. That big! That’s even more impressive. (I didn’t see any that big in Adelaide.) LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I am amazed every year. For their several days of bloom, they put the roses to shame, but in such an elegant, lady-like way. 😉 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Love the alliteration! Our peonies have vanished, so it’s fun to see your beautiful picture and poem and think of next year. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Ours have faded, too. I’m slow to get pictures up this year and slower to write the poems for them. LikeLike Reply Nice 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thanks! LikeLike Reply What a stunning pairing of photo and words….I literally gasped as I opened up this page. That peony is so perfect it looks fake! lol. Baby’s skin…..and the scent. You’ve taken me on a journey in so few words. Brava! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Thanks, Linda. It was daunting to write words for such a glorious blooms, actually. I kept writing and scrapping, revising and sighing. But then, something finally clicked. LikeLike Reply Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented: SO PURRFECTLY POETIC, THESE PEONY PETALS—THE CATS’ MEOW! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Cats are my daughter’s favorites. Or they were yesterday! 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply We cat people get frustrated and angry—-but they are fascinating creatures who purr! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Peonies are such dramatic flowers–in scent and appearance. Your picture is gorgeous and I love all those “s” sounds in your poem. Scalloped is a great word to use here! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Thanks, Molly. Went through a surprising number of drafts for such a short poem. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Such delicate flowers – your poem really works well here. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Thank you! LikeLike Reply i love this, you’ve described it so beautifully – LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Thanks, Beth. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Reblogged this on Ace Friends & Bloggers News. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Pingback: Peony Petals – Timeless Wisdoms Reblogging to sister site “Timeless Wisdoms” LikeLiked by 1 person Reply So beautiful and my absolute favorite flower ever. 💐 LikeLiked by 2 people Reply 🌺🌻 🐞 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Wow, they do look soft!! Stunning shot. Best of luck with making meaning from the maelstrom. LikeLiked by 3 people Reply Thanks, Tabatha! I’m working on it. LikeLike Reply Absolutely GORGEOUS. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Thanks, Gigi. My daughter was looking at her baby pictures this morning, and my heart went all gooey. LikeLike Reply Comments welcome! Cancel reply Enter your comment here... 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