In thee stark rays of thee sun,
Coyly blooming from thee charishmatic flowerets of violaceous garb.
Grouped on window sills or mantels, in forcing jars of crystal ,cobalt,maroon or green-coloured glass,
oh ! dear lavender,
blooming and enhancing thee beauty around .
Arbor thyself tightly clinging to thee heart .
Sparkling magic in everything , thee birds have begun to sing .
Lingering into thy own, thriving almost an Eden garden with rich foliage of greens .
Thou hast risen!
Trumpeting thee heart beats to thee woderous creation of thee lord .
Pray ! thou stay blossomed forever, into my abode and into my heart .
© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
*10/09/2020*
The verse is a complete inspiration from the very recent #Garlic creeper# blooms in my garden .
they are in a hue of all colours of lavender and instantly lift the mood ,they are a post card perfect site, adding beauty to my home . Nature never fails to inspire me !
The "Archaic"form of old English is just to add the touch of Shakespearian English style .
The poetry title is courtesy my son, Upendra.
Thanks for reading.
Old English#archaic#unrhymed verse#lavender#shakespearian#early Elizabetian English #