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Jan 5, 2024

The petals of my daisy by the Marchioness of Dorchester (circa 1632)



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

Furry Peach, a fruity poem, by the Marchioness of Dorchester at Tale Teller Club



Furry Peach by the Marchioness of Dorchester at Tale Teller Club

'Would Madam,
pray allow her right honourable gentleman,
a stroke of her furry peach?'
I was taken aback,
as a lady and a writer of simple poems,
that word had spread about such furriness
in my fruit bowl.
But my heart skipped a beat nonetheless
as the thoughts of furriness and fingers
contrived to make the Marchioness quite gasp
for air.
I flicked my fan and sat more appropriately
for my gentleman to seek the fruit
in question.
The peach had fallen from the tree of virtue long ago and was
dripping juice already.
'My,' said the honourable gentleman,
'such fruity aromas and moisture abound from my Lady's Peach.'
'Yes,' my good Sir said I,
'It is best eaten quickly
before the ravages of time take their forever hold.'


@2023 Marchioness of Dorchester Sarnia de la mare
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