Beneath the ground, your scented rhizome
Prized throughout the human centuries,
Sweet dreams of rainbows and vaulted domes
Awakening old violet memories.

Your ancestors were carved into beads
Used by cloistered folk to count prayers
To absolve a prince’s crass misdeeds
Engaged in important state affairs.

Yet, once of Isis you reminded us,
A Goddess of the lunar seasons;
Of abundance we were desirous,
We’d pray to you for selfish reasons.

Your roots are still prized for rare perfumes;
Many are transfixed by your soft blooms.

Linked to Jingle Poetry Potluck


13 thoughts on “Iris

  1. lovely ode to the iris. waiting for the huge purple ones in my garden to flower. their scent is ambrosia. they look the ones in your watercolour.

  2. mindful art/poetry.
    you rock.


    How have you been?

    I have been sick last week, sorry for missing some of your potluck entries.
    Hope to see you join our poetry potluck week 36 today!

    Week 36 Theme is sketches, images, and impressions,
    But you are NOT required to submit theme fitting pieces, old poems or poems unrelated to our theme are all welcome…

    Looking forward to reading all of You.


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