It was an accident for sure
my dumping vodka in the vase
instead of water –
Russian lilacs inebriated,
drunk with color,
violets dancing
without any wind,
tiger lilies carrying on
with the lemon verbena.
Even the shrub spiders
stumbling down their webs
and singing beloved poison songs,
their chanteys of smallpox
and revenge.
Where are my coffee eyes this morning
to cut through the fog
and find the keys –
Because these flowers
will need a more sober poem than this
as their designated driver.
For Shay’s Word Garden Word List
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I love this. Now we know what happens when the lilacs get drunk. Questions I never knew I had
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Ahaha!!
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This is wonderful! So much to smile about! The very premise is such fun. And the humour has not stolen at all from the glorious imagery.
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Thank you!!
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Brilliant! Loved it!
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Lol!! Thanks!!
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Perfect from start to finish. You may be late for a very important date, but this was worth waiting for!
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Thank you. I will do better next time.
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exquisite!
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How brilliant?? That’s not a question!!
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