Wednesday 11 August 2021

Sweet Peas

 



Sweet Peas

Under the sweet-peas I stood
And drew deep breaths, they smelt so good.
Then, with strange enchanted eyes,
I saw them change to butterflies.

Higher than the skylark sings
I saw their fluttering crimson wings
Leave their garden-trellis bare
And fly into the upper air.

Standing in an elfin trance
Through the clouds I saw them glance….
Then I stretched my hands up high
And touched them in the distant sky.

At once the coloured wing came back
From wandering in the zodiac.
Under the sweet-peas I stood
And drew deep breaths. They smelt so good.

by Alfred Noyes


3 comments:

  1. Confetti cascading down en masse
    Coloured balloons skyward trailing strings
    Daubs of paint across the canvas
    Fireworks and similar things

    Patterns on Mum’s summer dress
    A work of art in some gallery
    Flamenco dancers in their frilly dress
    All recalled from my memory

    City lights shining so bright
    Streaming ribbons in her hair
    The twinkling of the fairy lights
    The dizzying rides at the fair

    Such subtle delicate fragrance
    Such pleasure for any eye to see
    Nature’s own portrait of elegance
    The joyous delight of the sweet pea

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  2. What a lovely reply! Such aptly chosen words and phrases too!
    Thank you!😁

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  3. What joy! I love sweet peas and grew them successfully for the first time this year. A bunch can fill the room with perfume and it's such a joy to know that you are meant to pick them! Your lovely photo and poem captures them perfectly.

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