Fairytale

Fairytale

This ‘fairytale’ is spun and woven together from the names, meanings
and descriptions of these wildflowers from the wildflower book.
There was once Angelica, handsome queen of the
meadow, (meadowsweet) crowned with
burnished stars (celandine). On her path
silverweed replaces the tracks trodden by the ice age
and in a neighbourhood of streams she slightly toothed
her lady’s mantle. Looking into her venus looking-glass,
she turned pale as thrift, gone was the sweet scent of
new mown hay known to grandmothers, (woodruff)
and in its shady, egg-shaped depths a bittersweet
reflection, a hairy, creeping (bush vetch) sensation as if
on the borders of woods (wood avens).
She glimpses a waste place, (mugwort) angled, rough
and bleached (ling) and stumbling on the swampy
banks of rivers, (meadow rue) she furrows into a
leaf-mould cleft, rocky yet heart-shaped. She feels
again the hairy, creeping prickles and pushing aside
lance-shaped leaves finds a sharp curved hook clutch
her with it’s toothed edges in a fleshy ring, herself the
corolla.
Holding up her swallow-named celandine she wishes
“If a root of this wort be hung over the door of any
house then no man may damage the house.”
Arriving by bird, a leaf, (forget-me-not) soft as
a mouse’s ear, green, yellow, orange, red, with sweet
scent, its downy linen (common flax) answers her call
and in a radical and truly linear sweep she rises,
embracing wings, (ladies smock) to a multitude of
waving milkmaids.

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