The petals of my daisy
by the Marchioness of Dorchester (circa 1632)
The petals of my daisy
fluttered
in the breeze if his breath
His stamen stood proud
in search of bees
to taste his nectar
We rolled in the wild grasses,
Laughing at nothing
then hushed as a deer
broke twigs
in the distance
There was little time
before the bells
would mark the end
of a clandestine episode
in the forest of fantasies
And so he entered my
wanton flower
with the speed of a stag
fast and
faster still
to avoid the arrow of death
And I ran too
Homeward
with the joy of his juices
as they fell from
my little flower
onto my stockings
And I was free
©2023 Sarnia de la Mare
The petals of my daisy
fluttered
in the breeze if his breath
His stamen stood proud
in search of bees
to taste his nectar
We rolled in the wild grasses,
Laughing at nothing
then hushed as a deer
broke twigs
in the distance
There was little time
before the bells
would mark the end
of a clandestine episode
in the forest of fantasies
And so he entered my
wanton flower
with the speed of a stag
fast and
faster still
to avoid the arrow of death
And I ran too
Homeward
with the joy of his juices
as they fell from
my little flower
onto my stockings
And I was free
©2023 Sarnia de la Mare