Forgotten Ground Regained
Iris
summer of intricate pattern,waited patiently—for the letting alone of thingsand all— not happening now
she flourishes to birdwhistlessexy. sultry. scatter.in freenotes, unfolding, high— in wildness
soft feathers blow backdroponto blackened, purple thistlespiny. violent. strife.skewers truth with sworded petal
the breezy, butter dazein praise of simpler seed,simmer cups of brimming love,dismissed as common weed
moody. blackened. bloom.hides all she has to lose,my darkened brooding Iris— I was made for you
Photograph by Síodhna McGowan
First published in Forgotten Ground Regained: A Quarterly Journal of Alliterative Verse, Issue 5, Winter, 2025
Copyright © Síodhna McGowan, 2024
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