Best Celandine Poems
The Old Painter
sublime my paintings, memory be
lost in time, I now must see
where once the gale winds trembled chill
wrapped in blankets, remember still
a touch, a kiss, the summer sun
from deep within, must now be spun
I frolic to and fro in time
my brush, alas..... can only mime
I still can hear cicadas' whine
but yearn for yellow celandine
tho memories fade, my spirit thrives
aflush! my paintings will survive!
Written for the Avebury Gorsedd, and the Equinox, Spring 2017
Can you feel her in the blood
The turning tides, the shifting of the skies
Or hear her on the wind, or in the cries
Of gulls that wheel above the drying mud
Come rise...
Can you sense her in the urge
Of flames that lick the furze and lambs that leap
Of sap that rushes sudden from the deep
In swirls of sacred water in the surge
Come rise...
Can you feel her in the stone
The ancient fire, the spark of energy
The force that flows through river, rock, and tree
The movement of the marrow in the bone
Come rise...
Can you taste her on the lips
The heady scents of grass and honey wine
Of sun warmed earth and rain on celandine
Upon the tongue, upon the fingertips
Come rise...
Can you feel her in the beat
Of wing on air, of drum, of run of deer
Or see her colours on the hill appear
All blazing bright, alive with pulsing heat
Come rise...
What are you, man, but water through her hand
The winter’s ashes and the summer’s dust
A flick of life and then a flare of lust
Then back into the earth on which you stand
Come rise...
Be still, and feel her raw and naked power
Come forth as lightening, set the trees alight
Set hares to run and horses to take flight
Through alder grove and furrowed field in flower
Come rise...
© Gail Foster 18th March 2017
In distant dreams my love would 'oft appear,
In awe she wanders Springtime's vibrant hills,
As wild bird songs exalt with merry cheer,
'Mid lesser celandine and daffodils.
In this majestic slumber I am lost,
Her beauty fair to woo my smitten eye,
From sprouting buds 'till blooms bedecked with frost,
Her lips afar, I wish our kiss be nigh.
My minds eye sees her prance lush meadows green,
While cirrus sky beholds her countenance,
On Nature's throne, she reigns as Noble Queen,
I yearn to tread those fields in fiery dance.
If I held all my dreams since life begun,
I'd hap'ly fling them all away... but one !
Apple blossoms derived from the Wild crab
Birds of paradise resemble a brightly colored bird in flight
Cosmos flowers are very popular among gardeners for its beauty
Dogwood is a symbol of Christianity
Eastern redbud known as spice wood tree
Freesia flowers undeniably the “individualists” of the plant world
Ghost flowers depicted a ghostly translucent with reddish-purple spot
Hawthorn flowers heal the broken heart
Iris flowers symbolize as goddess of the rainbow
Jasmine known for its sweet, exotic fragrance for thousands of years
Kangaroo paw noted for their unique bird attracting flowers
Lesser celandine has a hairless perennial in the buttercup family
Mountain laurel known as mountain-laurel or spoon wood
Naked lady known for her scientific name amaryllis or “sparkling”
Orchids also known for its ‘testicles’ – shape roots as Greek meaning
Pussy willow fancied likeness to tiny cats or “pussies”
Quercus prinus a scientific name which means Chestnut oak
Ranunculus also known as St. Anthony’s turnip.
Spring snowflake known for its scientific meaning as ‘spring white violet’
Tiger lily stands for wealth and prosperity
Ursinia is named in honor of German scholar Johannes Ursinus
Viburnum also known as cranberry bush
Winter aconite is a genus of eight species of flowering plants
Xylosteum a scientific name which means European fly honeysuckle
Yellow anemone known for its other name as buttercup anemone
Zinnia symbolizes as lasting affection and goodness
04/28/16
9th placer in a contest
given by Broken Wings
11th placer in a contest
by Eve Roper
I lie back in the weather-proofed green chair
To gaze up at the flowering maple tree.
Now, touched by sun,lungs full of scented air
I embrace with joy the beauty I now see.
Old celandine show brightly by my feet
Neglected currant bushes straggle round the path
There is no birdsong yet a silence sweet
Soothes my heart and quietens my wrath.
For my heart's sore and anguished is my mind
Yet in this little wood I feel deep calm.
My eyes are shadowed and my face is lined.
May this green spring bring me a gentle balm.
For even in depression and deep grief,
The mind makes healing medicine of a leaf.
A
lesser
celandine-
January
joy
There are no months as beautiful as early summer months wild flowers make the headlines,
Leaning heavy on my old worn hazel wood stick walking to a wooded meadow out of breath,
Clusters of Primrose and large patches of Blue Bells chat with clumps of Spring Violets,
As I stand wheezing the wonderful smells the dampness of wood and flowers give me air.
Lesser Celandine flowers between March and May heart shaped leaves a glistening yellow,
Now feeling a little better my head lifts the top of some large trees seem so far away,
The Cuckoo flower has leaves deeply toothed with spear stems, shows off all its beauty.
The kindle under my gentle walking cracks loudly so the meadow and trees know I am here.
There is a second spring in the forest wooded meadow Snowy Mespilas with white flowers,
It reminds me of winter snow I once enjoyed these days my legs are not what they were,
The tree of heaven spreads climbing sixty feet and the Alder with soft purple catkins,
Leaning on a tree happy to be here with warm sun finding its way through high branches.
Hedgerows dress in the same vernal-looking hue and a Chipmunk darts across a small field,
The Chipmunk runs up the side of a nearby tree if he new me well he would not run away,
Thick scented heather lives on the moorlands side by side with an evergreen Bog Rosemary,
A furry little face high up on a branch is watching me in the same way I am watching him.
A Judas tree with round leaves clusters of magenta, pea like flowers greet me this day,
I wonder why it is called the Judas tree is it the one Judas hung from with silver coins,
Cornelian Cherry flowers at the end of winter, followed by richest bright orange fruits,
A Japanese Quince shows splashes of color they are so white, or salmon or very very pink.
Weigela a beautiful shrub will bell like flowers and a deep red rose brighten the woods,
Times getting on now and I am tired but standing in this beautiful meadow I feel so alive,
Doesn't matter how old or how well a person maybe that same natural beauty is seen by all,
So leaning heavily on my companion the hazel stick I walk back to my home it's a great day.
Catkins
and cowslips,
primroses too-
celandine stars..yellow
my view
Enchanted Wood
When I went walking on that sultry day
Where the ancient sessile oak trees stood
And the rippling river ran by the way,
Where shifting sun-cast patterned shadows lay
And paths led me through that enchanted wood
When I went walking on that sultry day.
The warming season showed its rich display,
Drawing me deeper into that wild wood
And the rippling river ran by the way.
Entranced, along cool shaded paths I’d stray
By pale celandine and purple monkshood
When I went walking on that sultry day.
“Linger a while,” leafy whispers seemed to say,
And so I rested longer than I should
And the rippling river ran by the way.
In that warm enchanted place I’d stay
Beguiled by the paths of that magic wood,
When I went walking on that sultry day
And the rippling river ran by the way.
Barry Stebbings
Apr 2021
Golden yellow buttercups growing in the ground.
Dainty little female child, eyes with wonder round.
“Beautiful,’’ the child beamed. Face alight with joy.
“Weeds,’’ retorted Nanny Grey. Foot poised to destroy.
Trembling tears that filled her eyes caught the golden glow.
Mirrored in the child's heart, truth we need to know.
Some see beauty in this world, others may not heed.
Common Lesser Celandine, never was a weed.
Azalea of new
Bring the cornflower New
Evening Sun absorbed by the Glory of the snow
Calling upon the peach blossom slow
Ever the Lilacs are mixed fair
Dote on the Gerberas over there
Abridge and count petals of a Greater Celandine
Round about the Croas shines
Irises smile
At the Spoonwood for a mile
Nearing the sweet pea as Axalea of New.
April 2016
Sticthchwort,speedwell,celandine
Sprinkled in the dew
Jostle in the rain,with feverfew-
Cowslips ,delicate as lace
Evidence God's grace
[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore
[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she
[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you
[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within
YELLOW IS THE SUN IN THE SKYLINE after Midnight- -
Once upon a midnight flat;
It was matte, imagined that!
'It's that even,' I muttered;
Yellow as sun and butter;
…..a rainbow of mystic skies;
Beautiful site between the eyes;
Passions liken a blonde celandine;
Bright byzantine, lupine, and benign!
Solar capsicum minds the incline;
~Yellow sun shines the skyline;~
3/30/19
10 Lines, 5 Words:
Rhyme III Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Rhyme poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
Lea, lush cordial waits
dawn, a promise of dew,
yet couldn’t stop the moment
stealing the moorside view.
The turn of Alf’s cart wheel
broke the silence of the night,
the beat of a lone heartache
stole the dark from the light.
“Picturesque Turner Lane”
The wind aloof did hone,
the old grey stone “Bar House”
Stood there, cold bare alone.
Out of the earth the village
rose, where the lake settles deep,
“Parson’s Lane” An expressway
to stone mason, layman, sheep.
New age enfolds the bridle
path, in the meanness of June,
wading amongst celandine
to a “Fats Domino” Tune.
Bare face against the window
precious eyes, craving stance,
a candle waits for someone
to touch in warm romance.
For youth is a learning curve
an implant, of worldly ways,
maturity dismantles
the lust of innocent days!
© Harry J Horsman 2010