Awakened by Hyacinthoides’ bell,
the riverside carpet starts to swell
as tiny blooms; hues like skies;
wink open nephophilic eyes,
to gaze where roving lovers, hover;
flowers to gift to one another.
Legend says, in days of old,
a knight in armour; strong and bold;
walking with his maiden fair,
picked a bouquet to adorn her hair,
his foot slipped on that squelchy bank
and weighted down he quickly sank.
As he threw those blossoms from the pool,
she caught them in her reticule,
and raced towards the waters edge,
where he; drowning; gave his lovers pledge.
With a final bubbling, “forget - me - not,”
those flowers became a love mascot.
Categories:
reticule, death, flower, love, romance,
Form: Rhyme
She made me my first reticule when I was ten years of age
cutting an empty javex container she basketed the base
then used her crochet to knit the yellow phentex into a purse,
including a string to gather and hug the curve of my hand;
In that moment , she taught me how to treasure things
and put them inside soft places
where they could be hidden, from the rest of the world;
My mother, my confident, my first best friend,
stitched to my heart the memory of her actions
as I the soakant in souled her like a kiss
Inside the satchel I kept an Avon sachet, "basket of scented violets"
and the memory of those blessed hands.
If I close my eyes I can still recall the statue that sat in our living room
Our Lady Of Fatima
Three elective children, The Leonardi Clan" praying the rosary on plastic covered couches;
Mom was our compass of faith, as we prayed,
I thought of my little pouch, and all the treasures I stored inside.
October 18, 2020
Categories:
reticule, appreciation, mom,
Form: Free verse
In hamlet, we wine and dine in parterre
love overshadow us like hurricane
Bank of river, answer our question
but dirge was song by host of heaven
As spectators, tree, bee serve
in her reticule was a flute
she blew, taking hold of the wind
Tremulous sounds, my heart stand
our love grow like the lily of the valley
The ark of love i build for century
to escape the flood of the enemies
our love shall grow for thousand years
The night moon came to rescue
we have gone to bed to tete-a-tete
on our thatched cottage, land nightingale
river and ocean breaking silence
Categories:
reticule, friendship, love,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Foregoing the fool
A tattered heart slept
In a reticule.
Two drawstrings pulled tight
To obscure the light.
Emotions fraught
With second thought
Perfected a
Silent reply.
Nightingales
With clipped wings
Rarely sing.
Free your
Soul and
Fly!
Dedicated to my wonderfully terrific Father:
02/14/2003
Happy Valentines Day, Dad.
Miss and will always love you, Johnny.
Categories:
reticule, inspirational
Form: Diminished Hexaverse