‘The Not-Lily Flower’ By Hibah Shabkhez The Society October 11, 2016 Beauty, Poetry In the grey-streaked dawn I can barely glean A deck of petals expertly dealt out in a ring A clingy little flower, prest into the railing Of the dew-drugged garden already the queen O rose with your luscious crimson promise Woolly chrysanthemum, the garden’s adonis Sweet blooming dahlia with your heart of gold Carnation. Bulbous fragrant hyacinth of old – Before this nameless blossom clean and white Your ebullient loveliness upon the grun Emerging vibrant from the sheath of night Is a perfect foil – suddenly blowsy, overdone For this little pearl flower of my yearning ‘Lily’, I whisper, trace her name in a reverie The not-lily flower stirs angrily, spurning The wind which would trust it with her memory My laughing little sister all in white macaroon Scowls petulantly at the red sun’s capsizing While I watch the lily-whiteness of the moon Fade into the golden splendour of its rising Hibah Shabkhez is a writer of the half-yo literary tradition, an erratic language-learning enthusiast, a teacher of French as a foreign language and a happily eccentric blogger. Related Post ‘The Beast Once Foretold’ by Evan Mantyk Written upon reading the book How the Specter of Communism Is Ruling Our World. The beast once foretold for the end of days Crouched in a Karl Marx ... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.