‘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 Country Club’ and Other Poetry by Alexander... The Country Club To think about a country club Begun for whisky in a tub, Distilled from fields of golden corn In a town where I was born For f... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email.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.