Red Poppies

Let us go then, you and I,

to where the red poppies race by.

Let us travel with hands intertwined, 

to where the swaying violets lined,

stand out in the lent summer heat.

Let us find some day spare, to meet.

To meet and to lock our hands

in an emphatic embrace of wedding bands.

Author's Note

The first line is taken from "The love song of J Alfred prufrock" by T.S. Eliot. I wanted to write something vaguely romantic. I've been called unromantic way too many times, to keep count.

Red Poppies

Reviews

[Jennie Baron]

I think this is more than vaguely romantic! I missed the Eliot reference; I haven't read him much but I probably should. The flower images are wonderful even though in a different context poppies do carry a different connotation. Excellent poetry as usual, my friend.

[Moonie]

Haha, more than vaguely?? Really? Thanks a lot!! I wanted symbolise eternal love, and beauty through the poppies, and getting over the pitfalls through the violets. Love you, ma'am!! Hugs!! :) :)

[Matching Socks]

I find you very romantic, who's been saying otherwise? :)
I guess we have our moments. This was lovely. Enjoyed it.

[Moonie]

There are people...*sigh* who believe so... Glad you enjoyed it, dear Ana!! :) :)

[Woody]

well this shows you can be a heck of a romantic girl when you apply yourself.
this is sweet. nothing quirky about it.
this is really lovely and you ended it with a smashing line.

[Moonie]

Haha, yeah, I have my non- quirky moods too, I reckon... I am glad you liked the end.