Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Lily


Lily

You were my heraldic fleur-de-lis
but the dictionary says
you were a large trumpet
shaped flower,
bulbous,
that you lived
lily-livered
on a tall stem,
gloomy.

You still send three petalled
messages to me;
in your coat,
in your arms,
the pure white
of freshly baked rolls.


15 years old, 1939, White cliffs of Dover, on a ferry dressed as Heidi, Man in Nazi uniform on the train also in disguise. Both on the deck of the ferry...story. 







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