Papaver somniferum

Aug 05, 2014 18:25

Such a simple flower, so striking. A bright face that speaks fluently of late springtime warmth, but has the wherewithal to stand up to many climes. She’s cheerful, a splash of color on a lady’s handbag or a little child’s dress, the onomatopoeia of her English name effervescent on the tongue. The sort of bloom that paramours gather in bunches, the ( Read more... )

prose-poetry, poppies, fiction

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whipchick August 7 2014, 03:58:53 UTC
I love how you worked with both the poppy as terrible beauty and also with the time period. Nice work!

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crimsonplum August 13 2014, 04:15:10 UTC
Thank you! :)

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favoritebean August 7 2014, 20:01:43 UTC
This was very eloquently written.

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crimsonplum August 13 2014, 04:16:29 UTC
Thanks so much; I try to work toward eloquent, and I'm glad it was there for you.

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labelleizzy August 7 2014, 20:34:44 UTC
history, poetry, metaphor. So many things I love, wrapped up in one entry.

=)

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crimsonplum August 13 2014, 04:17:39 UTC
:) fantastic! Thanks so much; I'm particularly glad the poetry part came through.

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halfshellvenus August 8 2014, 00:06:02 UTC
I started to think of a poison, like belladonna, but about halfway through realized that this was a poppy.

So unexpectedly dangerous, for those who let themselves get addicted.

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crimsonplum August 13 2014, 04:19:54 UTC
It certainly is...so much ugliness from something so beautiful.

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