An hour’s glory sped,
Petals red
Like splashed blood lie
Dashed upon the lawn.
The crashing downpour
Now withdrawn
Leaves our poppies
Unfettled and forelorn.
I Hear You Calling
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Lovely!
Last year, we walked to the gardens at Renishaw Hall, the place that DH Lawrence took for his inspiration for We are lucky to be just a thirty minute walk away. The weather was a little threatening and when we arrived we thought we would look around the italianate gardens, before the rain descended. As you enter, there is sign that tells you what flowers are in bloom. There was the mention of blue poppies, which excited me – i love poppies but had never seen blue ones before. We began walking around but soon had to dive for cover – heavy summer rain fell, large raindrops cascades on the pathways.
The rain evenually stopped, we continued and the sun began to shine. We came upon a water trough and i looked around for the poppies… and there, just one remained, battered… petals “unfettled and forlorn”
Maybe this year…