Flagrant Exhibitionists For M'Lady Ernestine Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Deep purple Iris’ rioting
Beside a gently flowing stream.
Neglected yet still flourishing.
Part of a long abandoned dream.
The Gardener grew old and died
before she made her dream come true
Her dream remains unsatisfied.
Yet still the purple Iris Grew.
Though dreamers die their dreams live on
until they are adopted by
By somebody else; Perhaps someone
who’s not prepared to let dreams die.
They flaunt their beauty shamelessly.
Purple clad Imperially.

Friday,19 August 2011
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