The Perfect Flower

Many, many long years ago, in Ireland (or so I’m told)

Queen Aine was to have a party
for fabulous fine guests, all of the best
dressed in gowns and attired smartly.

She invited first-rate famous elves
from within the entire land,
She also chose the finest of Faeries
This affair was to be quite grand.

“Oh do come,” she bid them from
the gold-edged invitation,
“You’ll enjoy the food
and the music will be good.
It will be a most memorable occasion.

The castle’s dressed in all our best
from gate to highest tower,
with ribbons, frills, tinkling bells,
and every kind of flower.

So naturally with the castle dressed
and with everything looking at its best,
the Queen thought of her wardrobe.

She needed something new
extravagantly so
she called forth for her Faeries,

and commanded they find
the best flowers in time
and to bring them for her inspection,
So faeries flew for flowers and perfume
in every possible direction.

Upon their return, the Queen did learn
they had successfully completed their mission
as they laid at her feet, in rows quite neat,
the finest of their collection.

Upon viewing the faeries flower collection,
the Queen became indecisive,
With so many to choose from
it was hard to pick just one,
The solution was elusive.




(listen to this poem)

                 

Apple Blossom so white
was a beautiful sight
and deserved the Queen's affection,

but it didn’t at all,
in fact made her stall
as she feared
it would wash out her
rosie complexion.

Daffodil and Crocus,
a lovely focus
as their color
is never a bore,
would’ve won the Queen over
along with the Clover,
but they had used these flowers

before...



She picked up the Tulips,

Tansies and Lillies,
her favourites everyone guesses,

but she already owned
had fashioned and sewn
these into every one of her dresses.

Now with these flowers eliminated
the Queen became frustrated,
and so she looked to the Poppy;
though brilliantly red
it appeared to her dead
as the leaves drooped down
rather sloppily.

Now feeling quite miffed
she gave Dandelion a sniff
and was filled with a lovely elation,
and her eyes were now locked
upon a Forget-Me-Not

and so she gave it considerable
deliberation,
Until her eyes did roam
upon a lovely rose,

but she knew this was far too popular,
and though she fancied the Pansy
she began to feel antsy

as by now
she wasn't at all sure.

She gathered up a Thistle,
got jabbed by a prickle

and felt like she really
might cry,
when she spotted
the Pink
and began to think,

"Why not give this flower a try!"...

... [to be continued at an event,
yours or mine will be quite fine.]


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Within the writing of many of my poetry
are hints that act as memory hooks
to help one to recall
some of the properties
of a plant,
plus its uses and looks.

If you'd like to hear them
as I am often on the wing,
You may contact me through
this address ( lovellsimonsjanet_at_yahoo.ca)
then I'll give you a ring.

The above particular story
was actually made to be a game
for children to run, laugh and play
as they learn of
various flower's names.

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