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Ernestine Northover

(25th March 1943)

Delphiniums Of Blue

Come follow me down the garden path,
Past the flowerbeds, planted neat.
Around the sweetbriar's scented hedge,
To the old carved wooden seat.

A tranquil arbour, where within its shade,
Lies a sheltered quiet place.
We'll hear music from the singing birds,
And let our eyes embrace.

There's clematis along the grey stone wall,
There's a maple's vivid hue.
Pots of red and pink geraniums,
And delphiniums of blue.

The pond's azure sky, mirror image,
Under which the goldfishes play.
Elegant water lilies with their floating leaves,
Recall a painting by Monsieur Monet.

This garden is a treasure and a blessing,
Just to wander in between the flowers,
To feel an informality and a freedom,
Whilst whiling away the hours.

Hold my hand and we will silently marvel,
At the beauty that nature can wear.
In this bower that's so hidden and secluded,
We'll start our secret love affair.

© Ernestine Northover

Submitted: Saturday, October 14, 2006
Edited: Saturday, October 16, 2010

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  • Lynda Robson (6/3/2008 4:35:00 AM)

    Delphiniums are one of my favourites, what a wonderful poem packed full of scented flowers and imagery,
    Lynda xxx (Report) Reply

  • Alison Cassidy (5/11/2008 9:39:00 PM)

    Talk about serendipity! I picked out this one because of my love of delphiniums - that blue is spectacular is it not? And what did I find - not only a lyrical, sweetly scented poem, but also a reference to Monet (which just happened to feature a poem of mine you commented on last night) . How strange is that? love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (10/14/2006 4:59:00 PM)

    You paint a Poem with such verve and effulgent image....This is a mastery of a literary work, young lady.Your radar for sequence and impact is your competitors edge & you utelize it so well.Fabulous piece, Poetess E. ''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR (Report) Reply

  • Duncan Wyllie (10/14/2006 3:41:00 PM)

    'The pond with its azure sky, mirror image, '
    What more can I say except thankyou
    Love duncan XXX (Report) Reply

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