Best Canterbury Bells Poems
The beloved Queen of Hearts was a merry queen, who'd ever loved to bake;
Like confetti midnight stars, sparkling; or the yellow, noon sun, wide awake.
She baked myriad varieties of cookies, and delicious pies of different kinds;
And also scrumptious cakes, so divine. Like pure gold, tinted rainbows find.
The king had a cheerful disposition, too, but betimes could be quite stern;
Like the scarlet blossoms, which fail to thrive, before floriculture is learned.
Faithful friends became part of the many faceted court, like tinted bubbles,
Fancy dressed, and as vital to royal felicity, as a jade rose, with no troubles.
Forthright family were familiar at court, in the fleet, peregrine falcon days,
Fast-forwarding to fabled, fruity tomorrows, and to fitful, spiced, solar rays.
They lived in the house of green ivied walls, in the royal, emerald summer;
When golden sun visited almost every room, eager to touch a world of color.
Silver maples touched sapphire skies, on their street of red, sweet Williams,
Edged by creamy sand, where the surf came, onto teal, foaming, pavilions.
Nighthawks and wild wood anemones, were neighbors, bestowed by nature;
In nameless, never-ending, silvery hours. Red butterflies, loved floral flavors.
Heart tomatoes adored the orange sun, when wood ear mushrooms listened;
And Canterbury Bells plants were ringing, by roses whereon dews glistened.
Toad lilies stared in bug-eyed fascination, at the searing season of surprises;
And Billy Button blooms were getting dressed, as skies split in colored slices.
'The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, all on a summer's day;' a Friday.
But alas, 'The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts, And took them clean away.'
When purple even arrived, 'The King of Hearts called for the tarts,' in a roar.
The lad relished sweets, but the king was mad, 'And beat the Knave full sore;'
'The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more.'
The kindly queen quietly quipped, 'After all, the boy has never stolen before!'
The King of Hearts was returned to good humor, and that lad kept his word;
And was back in favor, like pink spring tulips, or a song of blue mockingbird.
Beneath the weeping willow
A gentle figure swings
Her dress of white a-billow
While soft and sweet she sings
She sang within this bower
What song I cannot tell
Her hair bedecked with flowers
Blue Canterbury bells
And on into the gloaming
Is heard this pleasant sound
When stars begin their roaming
She lets her hair unbound
Then o'er her form the willow weeps
The night is still -- the child sleeps
We danced like dappled light through swaying trees
our golden embers stoked by panting breeze
in bed of canterbury red and phlox.
As lusty wooing coos did float through morn
love sounds of seventh heaven Sol did scorn;
with scents and flames of burning equinox,
our passion dimmed the jealous sun with ease.
Susan Ashley
June 24, 2018
~ First Place ~
Contest: Best Rhyming Poem April-July 15, 2018
Sponsor: John Hamilton
~ Fifth Place ~
Contest:End June 2018 Premiere
Sponsor: Brian Strand
*red canterbury bells* - symbolizes deep romantic love, passion
*phlox* - Latin from Greek: flame; a plant of glowing color
Early spring crocus
Hardy purple pansies
Tall clusters of verbena
Vines of morning glory
Arabella clematis
Ornamental allium blooms
Lupinesque wild indigo
Slender wild hyacinth
Faithful canterbury bells
Dignified cattleya orchid
Vibrant effervescent cyclamen
Statuesque gladiola
Cosmopolitan heliotrope
Spiked liatris flowers
Grandiflora petunia
Magical mystic merlin
Unfurling crested iris blossoms
Climbing cascades of wisteria
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Front Page Pick 2021
Submitted on May 30, 2022 for contest PURPLE FLOWERS sponsored by NAYDA IVETTE NEGRON FLORES - RANKED 2ND
on March 10, 2022 for contest GARDEN INSPIRATIONS sponsored by BJ LEGROS KELLEY - RANKED 3RD
and on May 7, 2021 for contest NATURE POETRY sponsored by REGINA McINTOSH
Originally posted on February 19, 2019
Shades of Purple
Canterbury Bells
planted in a row
Violets scattered
everywhere they grow
Lilacs sweet lilacs
the best scent in Spring
Fresh Hyacinths bloom
in a purple ring
Clematis climbs up
a broken barn door
while Vinca spreads
across God’s green floor.
Shades of purple bring
pure perfume to me
Lavender, Periwinkle
What a sight to see.
Skidding behind a three-wheeler
Canterbury bells in my hair
And twisted whispers in the wind.
Chandelier tinkling glass in the evening
Wicked wonders in my eye
Adventure of the wild summer life
The lights and sounds of a world unbridled
Constant noise and blazing light.
Where have the wild gone
What this road’s children once had?
But as the wind pulls my hair from my face
Those memories drift away
Leaving only my blades and an ATV
And the asphalt underneath.
Near faint mountain ridges, upon bends of bridges,
splashes of light tickle as streams below trickle.
Moonlight's expansive flow sprinkles the gazebo.
White canterbury bells absorb sheen luster swells.
Illuminations strum nature's palette spectrum.
Brushed garden's rainbow felts, like dripping oil, melts.
Cottage lights extend to the stream's reflective blend.
Luminance warms our days as fireplace logs blaze.
2-4-2021
Tribute to Thomas Kincaid, "Painter of Light."
Among the spires of the Hollyhocks and Lupins,
Down beneath the dense and colourful Canterbury Bells and Forget-Me-Nots,
Life thrives and scurries about, different creatures go about their jobs,
Dancing to natures tune beneath the Lilies and Magnolias,
Covered under a canopy of cherry tree blossom that carpets the ground,
They go about their business barely making a sound,
This beauty we know as nature continues always to astound.
canterbury bells
so delicate and pleasant
white, blue, lavender …