Queen Anne's Lace
I spent my childhood summers
In a rural mountain place,
And dotted through the meadows
Was a slew of Queen Anne’s lace.
They told me that it was a weed.
Its smell did not attract;
But bees would buzz around, so they had
Something that I lacked.
The name of Queen Anne’s lace rang true.
Its flowers’ lacy look
Resembled lots of lace you’d see
If you checked in a book.
I had no strong affection
For these countless swaying stems.
Of all the flowers in my youth,
These wouldn’t rank as gems.
Yet when I saw some recently,
One glance was all it took;
My pigtailed summers loomed
Like they were reeled in on a hook.
I don’t know much about Queen Anne,
Can’t conjure up her face;
But I’m transported when I see
A touch of Queen Anne’s lace.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2012
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