A Poem, a Photo, an Iris Silky White

Archey Fork Park 30 Apr 2006 004

An Iris Bouquet

In waters of the Little Red
a gift swirls in suspense–
pretty present for a maiden–
selected by a daring prince.

At a crossing near the rapids
where canoes can suddenly spin,
the Prince dropped an Iris bouquet
far below the river’s bend.

The swift current claimed the present
chosen for his mountain queen,
refused then to release it
from the bottom of the stream.

The wild and bubbling current
defied the Prince’s charms
and gripped his darling’s present
tightly in its mighty arms.

Silky white and purple petals–
nurtured in the Ozark suns–
drifting now to far-off places
where the wild Red River runs.

© Freeda Baker Nichols

10 comments on “A Poem, a Photo, an Iris Silky White

  1. dotlatjohn says:

    Lovely and lyrical. I have a couple varieties of iris, but none as showy as the white & purple.


  2. Ginger Kemp Pruett says:

    I felt as if I was watching the Iris floating down the stream.


    • Hard to decide which pictures to use with this. From my mother-in-law’s yard, so many different color Irises bloomed so well this spring. She passed away in 1996, and flowers she had planted are still amazing. She and my mother, both, certainly had a way with flower gardens.


  3. Don’t see how it could be improved…just lovely!


  4. Catherine Johnson says:

    Beautiful, Freeda!


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