Purple is the periwinkle,
A crown of thornless vine.
Coronated queen of blue,
Of the isles of deepest wine.
Her myrtle diadem askew,
I cannot tear my gaze away.
Smothered by endless lilac allure,
My indigo goddess of brae.
For my heart, there is no cure.
I'm a violet, withered in her bouquet.
Author's note: Some sapphic influence, here's a short love poem. Violets are a traditional gift between female lovers. Vinca is the color of violets and makes a perfect flower crown gift!
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Trillium Beneath the Pines: An Original Poetry Compilation
PoetryA compilation of my poems, many of which explore the cyclical nature of the world: life and death, day and night, and the seasons.
