Sunday 31 August 2014


IRIS


Divine Messenger, lucent fruit of celestial union,
her wings fulgurate dewy gold.

Armfuls of Elysian blossoms she gathers, Heaven's
gardens scours for its finest hues.

O'er jewelled crescents she earthward glides, bearing
fulsome treasures of myriad tones.

Her iridescent form skims dewdrops, splashes 'pon
Earth paradise's fulgent bouquets. 

Molten stains effuse from her lips as she dives into
fragrant heather, stipples stargazers' petals.

Cyan drops she drips onto butterflies' dainty wings,
the lark's throat with silver suffuses.

Varicoloured melismata encircle groves, interlace
as many-hued silken ribbons.

O'er meadows and hillsides her radiant bounty she
rains, fallen leaves anoints with gold.

Choicest tints 'pon her namesakes she confers, their
cascading frills dark embroiders.

A rainbow chaplet of irises adorns her brow, their fey
snow-white sister in her heart aglow.

Wisdom, faith, hope and eloquence 'pon mankind she
bestows, her vital streams our animas fecundate.

Our darkest hours she renders bright, gracious bids 
us surrender to the song of the Universe.


© 2014 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image: IRIS
Source: www.the-athenaeum.org
Artist: John Atkinson Grimshaw

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