by IRENE FOWLER, Contributor
“Shiny new tulip beds of different shapes and dyes,
bending beneath the invisible west-wind’s sighs.”
– Thomas Moore
“Here are the tulips, budded and full-blown,
their swoops and dips, their gloss,
and poses, the satin of their darks.”
– Margaret Atwood
“You believe in God, for your part, ay?
That He who makes, can make good things
from ill things, best from worst, as men plant
tulips upon dunghills when they wish them finest.”
– Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Tulips: A celebration of beauty
by Irene Fowler
Tulips warm the delighted, admiring heart;
imparting grace to praiseful lips
Flawless blooms that launch a thousand ships
Stunningly vibrant, perfectly shaped bells
Riveted eyes are drawn into their mystic and magical spell.
Daughter of Zeus; the most beautiful; lover of Paris
Queen among women, Helen of Troy – an Ode to Solaris
To the amazing otherworldly beauty, pays her respects
As before the dazzling tulip, she bows and genuflects.
Louis Armstrong’s satin dolls; colourful babes, get to steppin’
Silky tulips swinging to the airy beat, bulbs drippin’
Slender, willowy belles of the breezy, jazzy ball
Satchmo’s shiny trumpet says it all, as onlookers are held enthralled.
Brilliantly hued, glorious harbingers of spring
Bringing anise, spicy, fruity, rosy and grassy, aromatic bling
The tulip – a floral exquisite and classy trend-setter
Every cupped petal, a passionate, secret love letter
The Persian flower of God; a gift to the world, from above
An ardent symbol of perfect and deep love.
© 2022 by Irene Fowler