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Through the tulips
I croon, of life, of love,
of strummed spring showers
where we danced tip toe.
Falcetto highs, baritone lows…
blow kisses to one I loved,
pluck scarlet path and croon
of life, of loss,
throw myself over a c
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f
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black heart.
by Margaret Bednar, April 19, 2014
A Turkish legend may be responsible for the red tulip's symbolism. The story goes that a prince named Farhad was love struck by a maiden named Shirin. When Farhad learned that Shirin had been killed, he was so overcome with grief that he killed himself riding his horse over the edge of a cliff. It's said that the scarlet tulip sprang up from each droplet of his blood, giving the red tulip the meaning of "perfect love".
This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads with Sam Edge" He called for Avant-garde poetry, inspired by e. e. cummings. So completely different from my writing. Wished I'd had more time to give this some thought - but this is what I came up with in ten minutes.
What gorgeous, rich colours those tulips have. I had never heard of this legend of the tulips before. You conveyed the passion of it very well.
ReplyDeleteThe things we do for love...
ReplyDeleteLove the dark ending . . . you know me, I like dark.
ReplyDeleteI love the legend, sad but it vividly adds depth to your version. I too loved it
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo...love the dark ending and the presentation of the words...very effective visual. Thanks for sharing the legend.
ReplyDeleteIt is a super interesting tale. Tulips have a Turkish look! Yours are beautiful. K.
ReplyDeletethanks for the process notes. curious. love make men do stupid things. (guilty) :) ~
ReplyDeletebeautiful image....love that dark shade as well...reminding life as a blend of both
ReplyDeleteThis was a wonderful read, made even more wonderful by the process notes (or what-you-call-them) at the end. Re-reading it had an even stronger impact.
ReplyDeleteOh, so refreshing colors these tulips have...Interesting legend behind the poem..~ Thanks
ReplyDeletewow...what a sad and sort of gruesome story.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this Margaret--great title, and thanks for the story...and the photograph is absolutely enchanting!
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