Poetry & Photography (Series I: Flowers)

Series I: Flowers

Caress Me by Ilana Welch

Lay To Rest 

Let me go home 
Lay my bones to rest, 
among the fields to grow 
Let the sun shine me to sleep 
Let the wind caress me and share my joy

by Ilana Welch

Huddled Close for the Comfort & Joy by Ilana Welch

Flower

for my mother

They are fleeting.
They are fragile.
They require

little water.
They’ll surprise you.
They’ll remind you

that they aren’t
and they are you.

by Wendy Videlock 

A Strange and Wondrous Thing by Ilana Welch

Sea Iris 

I
Weed, moss-weed, 
root tangled in sand, 
sea-iris, brittle flower, 
one petal like a shell 
is broken, 
and you print a shadow like a thin twig. 

Fortunate one, 
scented and stinging, 
rigid myrrh-bud,
camphor-flower, 
sweet and salt—you are wind 
in our nostrils. 

II 
Do the murex-fishers 
drench you as they pass? 
Do your roots drag up colour 
from the sand? 
Have they slipped gold under you— 

Harder To Find The Darkness in The Light by Ilana Welch

rivets of gold? 

Band of iris-flowers 
above the waves, 
you are painted blue, 
painted like a fresh prow
stained among the salt weeds.by H. D. 

The Night Flower Blooms at Midnight

Watch its petals of pearls as they,

slowly come to life

Each stirs softly unfurling

The fringes waking first,

stretch lavishly never moving

But still it creeps outward, 

each petal settling in its place

The Night Flower blooms at midnight

Midnight Flower by Ilana Welch

Turning slowly it faces the moon

the moon's silvery beams lighten

on dew encrusted petals gleaming in the night

Its heart reveled at last,

it settles with a sigh

Sunlight's first touches fill the sky

Sun sparks fall on the Night Flower

It withers in the suns light

head is drooping low

Its petals singed they cascade, 

in sorry circles to the ground

The night flower blooms at midnight

Then it is gone

by Ilana Welch

Paper Thin & Soft as Silk by Ilana Welch