She feeds them in a quiet place
Where willows droop; they know her face.
Her pail with net, cracked corn, sharp spear;
Unsensed the trap, fins swim sans fear. Death strung on lace.
Her zinnias smile when she returns,
Their hungry sway in copper urns,
The roses arch with ruby grace
In trellised dance; they know her face. Her shovel turns.
Feed.quiet.copper
is the 3 word combo I chose. The form used is florette. I didn’t look up where this was at near London, UK until after the poem was written. It is The National Gallery, which is so very cool as it is one of the few places in London I actually visited once upon a time about 20 years ago.
Images:
Top: “Feeding the Fish,” by Omar Rayyan
Bottom: “Garten”
Sarah is today’s host of dVerse. Sarah says:
I did a little tour of London for you and picked out some 3 word combos. All you have to do is choose one of them, write a poem (3 – 12 lines long), and link it up as usual.
Tao Talk 
I love this, so many dark and enriching phrases that create the stirring imagery:
“Benign the trap, fins swim sans fear. Death strung on lace.”
“they know her face. Her shovel turns.”
“cracked corn, sharp spear”
So evocatively composed and beautiful. Amazing work, yet again! ❤
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Thank you very much, Lucy!
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Incredible creativity with image choices and word-weaving. You had me at “her pail with net, cracked corn, sharp spear.” Midst the beauty of your words, dread lurks between the lines.
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Glenn, many thanks!
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I like this one very much! Such a graceful, steady rhythm.
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Many thanks, Jane.
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My pleasure 🙂
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Beautiful and lovely to see rhyme.
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Thank you, Francis.
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The form is lovely. I think that structure and rhythm really add to the contrast in the mix here – there’s a slight unease, a darkness under the initial prettiness. It’s very clever.
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Sarah, thank you very much. The 3 word combos opened the door to so much creativity on the poetry trail. Great prompt.
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Thank you! You never quite know how it will go 😊
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Personified flowers are always so enchanting
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Larry thanks, I’m glad you got the enchantment part of the poem.
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“The roses arch with ruby grace In trellised dance; they know her face,”… this is beautiful!! 💝
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Sanaa, thank you very much. Well-fed flowers are beautiful happy flowers 🙂
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Through all the pretty flowers, death lurks nearby with: Death strung on lace.
Such a lovely form too!
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Thank you, Grace.
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great format for this one and the uneasy enchantment is catchy, well done Lisa!
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Thanks, Kate!
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welcome Lisa!
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What a wonderful form, and how well you have used it! And the art too. (K)
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Kerfe, thank you very much.
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Love both the poems.
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re welcome Li
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I love the musicality of this Florette and the underlying darkness, the demure maiden carrying ‘Death strung on lace.’ I also love the images you’ve used.
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Ingrid thank you for reading and the lovely comment.
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Feed.quiet.copper turned out to be a lucky draw for you, Lisa! The National Gallery has great scope for poetry. The florette is a new form to me, I like the pace and rhythm, and the image goes well with it. You make the quiet place where willows droop sound quite threatening with the sharp spear, the unsensed trap, and what a phrase: ‘Death strung on lace’! I love the personification of the zinnias and roses, and their rather sinister smile.
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Kim, your comment is very much appreciated, thank you.
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Only an avid gardener could have written this unique poem. Kudos!
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Many thanks to you (MBUK?) (says it’s from “Someone” and last time it was MBUK)
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A goldfish pond in her garden may be a convenience for this cunning fisher woman…superbly written, Lisa!
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Maybe the plant roots could catch their own meals then 🙂 Thanks Lynn, glad you liked the poem.
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I’m sure those zinnias appreciate her success beneath the willows.
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The contrast between the lovely and the dark worked really love, and I love how your brought in the shovel in the end.
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Thank you, Bjorn.
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Beautiful, melodic form and words. I like the ending, it is like a continuation as the “shovel turns.” Good one!
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Thank you, Tricia!
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I really like this form, and the way your poem flows. How cool that you didn’t know the words for the National Gallery until after you wrote this poem, which seems so very visual.
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Merril, didn’t think of the visual aspect of my poem being connected to TNG until your comment. Thanks!
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You’re welcome!
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Beautiful use of this form, Lisa!
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Sara thanks 🙂
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Nice! that is one happily anticipating looking cat in the painting at the top,LOL.
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🙂 It’s an odd picture but it is so beautifully painted!
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