Of flowers past

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Where light my darling coming

Through the white Queen’s lace and fetters

I see her love of shoot and sprig

Of loosestrife even as asters

Her mouth a bow of girlish charm

And her hands everywhere trailing

So she was many summers past

And so now I briefly see her

Better cast in my adoration

Than in all the sun’s rayed splendour


Elizabeth Cook, 2017

Image from Karen Margulis

Sun Sages



Sun sages flit and kiss one another

The dapples between the shadows

Winding light among the leaves

Coupling in the grass below

Elizabeth Cook, 2014

Image from Russel Gallery