Bloodroot Poems - Poems about Bloodroot

... Written: March 25, 2025, for contest sponsored by Constance La France Quote: Spring is for concepts and projects, and autumn is a second spring where each leaf is a rose. By Poet<......

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...Bright yellow sun, a stroke of noon’s delight. Ice cold, red hot, a ravished tongue of spurs. In moonlight serenade she scales the roof. The darkling wine on lips — a sparkling feast. Her......

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...Rabbits go dancing in soft moonlit meadows; Field mice, less boldly just waltz in the shadows. Moles and shrews surface, but can’t see a thing; Young thrushes and sparrows take flight on their win......

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...hemlock a shock foxglove no love orchid morbid wolf’s bane insane larkspur bad blur glory gory sumac step back laurel quarrel bloodroot a brute jimson no fun b......

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...I walked through the meadow this afternoon To enjoy this spring’s bloodroot growing wild Short-lived blooms soon disappearing among The taller stalks of milkweed and columbine. I mask......

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...A Commentary on "A Note on the [Patriarchal-Colonizing] Treatment of Plant Names" by Robin Wall Kimmerer, p. 385 BRAIDING SWEETGRASS: INDIGENOUS WISDOM, SCIENTIFIC KNOWLEDGE, AND THE [SACRED......

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...The smell of cherries, stem and all, sours the quiescence of the room. An ethereal tongue midair, lilting with laughter, daunting and petty. Crushed, he turns the opposite of robust red - this pois......

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...BLOODROOT Before her celibacy meets its end, her yellow hair doth shine, she is snow white. So pristine clean, she hides her blush and seed - a wild, pure flower, by the river slope......

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...Even Devils couldn’t tempt or soothe as sex and wealth they offer me. These things are meager swings of mood – its witches' tools I want for me! Henbane, hemlock, liverwort, the left foot of a crow, ......

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...Photographs, fragile as Dead Sea scrolls, hold two of you, dead before my birth, stiff in sienna spring, serious as scabbards on south Missouri farm. Rosie: wind-hard in rock-scrubbed bla......

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