Garden gate
Creaks apologetically,
Proudly protecting
The spirited woodland
Flowers,
Towers of ivy
Secreting lovers
Poetry
And plump
Opinionated
Peonies standing proudly.
Old Boots and clogs
Scuffle, shuffle.
Dainty slippers,
Hide amongst old oaks,
Waiting to be found.
Elegantly embroidered
Shoes,
Skipping beneath
Romantic boughs,
Pregnant with blossom.
Whilst they whisper
Their wildest thoughts,
Chastity keeps
Them apart.
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So true about peonies!! Such a great poem to read aloud.
Thank you! Peonies have their own character don’t they? I love the colours.
Nice poem. Real nice.
Thank you for your comment. Welcome to my blog Professor Duke. I’m glad you enjoyed reading my poem.
Perfect post for a nice sunny day.
Thanks for your comment. Summer at last!