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Wildflowers Old Moor by Paul Brookes
Scarcely scented
The scent of wildflowers is suave,
subtle, too subtle for human senses.
So much mauve and blue, bugloss,
bugle and borage, yellow-eyed daisy,
sundial salsify and celandine, the dawn
pink of oxalis, spun sugar of poppy petals,
all mute.
The burden of the brush of colour
enough for their fragility.
Only the blossoms soar,
acacia, apple, plum and lemon,
the heady honeysuckle,
climbing through pale musk of dog rose,
and the scarcely yellow,
inconspicuous spires of winding green,
banks of bedstraw perfume the early summer air
with drifts of purest honey.
Jane Dougherty
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Jane Dougherty
lives and works in southwest France. A Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems and stories have been published in magazines and journals including Ogham Stone, the Ekphrastic Review, Black Bough Poetry, ink sweat and tears, Gleam, Nightingale & Sparrow, Green Ink and Brilliant Flash Fiction. She blogs at https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/ Her poetry chapbooks, thicker than water and birds and other feathers were published in October and November 2020.