"... Grace catches you out like a hook,
you're pulled out of yourself, a moment,
and that's the ache: peculiar blow,
reminded you aren't who you think you are. ..."
-- Mark Doty, The Pink Poppy
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(One other random bit about poppies, from Theocritus:
" ...For the Greeks Demeter was still a poppy goddess
Bearing sheaves and poppies in both hands. ..." — Idyll vii.157)
Lovely! The Gold Poppy is a name given to me during a magical initiation, so I resonate deeply with all tales of poppies. Probably I speak for Blue Poppy as well.
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Beautiful photo. Thanks Lori.
ReplyDeleteSome Springs they are very difficult to find. This year we have a lot of golden poppys here.
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I love that flower pic. They look like plastic pod, and then explodes with a wow flower.
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ReplyDeletei know another poppy goddess. i think you do too. what agreaat poem. hope the business trip ain't too tedious! ;0)
ReplyDelete(ps. is susan calling me plastic?)
Oh yes. And the words match the photograph so wonderfully well. Thank you for both.
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