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Thornapple: I dreamed of thee
March 29, 2019
Night’s shade fell and the moonflower rose
From afar I see a spark of light
A spiral of a plumeria blossom
I see her dark eyes and soft petals
No rose or dahlia could match her beauty
I wanted to pick her and keep her
But when the daylight came she was gone
I wish I could see her again
So I sleep with hope of seeing her vibrant colors
But also with the fear of the light that took her away
I don’t want to leave her again
I must see her
Hell’s bells ring in my ears
And now my unfading love for her
Is the poison that will kill me
© Ellen K., Baldwin Park, CA
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This poem is from a collection of poems I wrote based around the language of flowers from the Victorian era. Many lines are based off of the history of the plant, its symbolic meaning, and its uses.