Old Queen Anne is closing her doors ball season is almost over Her tutu of faded flowers Sheds petals whenever she twirls The meadow wears a sombre hue Old Queen Anne is closing her doors Pouting at an insistent bee slurping the last bits of nectar. How the reeds pipe a mournful air For guests soon longing for home Old Queen Anne is closing her doors vowing closure is not for long Furry feet scurry to corners Storing nuts in secret larders While the woods are changing colors Old Queen Anne is closing her doors.
Queen Annes and summer go together. It is always a delight seeing this delicate flowers bobbing by the roadside.
Meanwhile, Bjorn asks the DVerse community to write using creative metaphors. I take Queen Anne as my inspiration to write a poem. This one is a Quatern. I hope it has some metaphor to meet the challenge. Meanwhile, kindly visit the DVerse page for more poetry and to join the challenge, too. 🙂
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Nice description of the coming autumn. I liked the repeating line in each stanza of the quatern.
Thanks, Frank. 🙂 Quatern, and other shadow poems for that matter, are charming that way.
I love this! Queen Ann’s lace is one of my favorite wildflowers. I allow it in any of my gardens (probably to my neighbor’s chagrin!). This is a lovely poem both in content and structure.
Thanks, LuAnne. Aren’t they gorgeous? I think Queen Anne’s Lace make a perfect backdrop for the other flowers. One day your neighbor will see that. 😉 🙂 🙂
I’ve never seen this flower before, the pattern is so intricate 🙂
They mostly grow in the meadows and more rugged places. The areending mostly considered as weeds, so chances are, they are quickly pulled out once they grow in gardens.
Sad how some of the most beautiful are weeds eh?
This is such a beautifully penned poem, dear Imelda. I can totally see Old Queen Anne as a personification of Summer… closing her doors, as Summer does 😉 Sending love & best wishes ❤
Thanks, Aquileana. My best regards to you as well. 🙂
There will be balls aplenty next summer.
Perfect form of this!
Thanks, Jilly. 🙂
I’ve never understood why Queen Anne’s Lace is considered a weed, it’s so delicate and lovely, and always a welcome sight by the roadsides. I love the way you’ve featured her closing her doors!
I know. They look so friendly and welcoming. I think they will look perfect in a cottage garden. Incidentally, I read somewhere that Queen Anne’s Lace is a carrot relative.
Your extended metaphor worked beautifully!
Thanks. 🙂
Oh I love Queen Anne’s lace.. and the image of her growing old an grumpy is a perfect image of autumn
So very lovely, Imelda. Beautiful poem!
Thanks, Iris. 🙂
You’re welcome. 🙂
Queen Anne’s lace is such a beautiful flower, just like your poem!
Thank you very much. 🙂
Lovely metaphor for the “closing” of the summer season. Well done!
Thanks, Lillian. 🙂
Nothing says, “It’s over” like Queen Anne’s Lace. I used to keep some in my gardens. Your poem caught it’s beauty in signaling the end of summer.
Thank you so much. 🙂
amazing! may be you can read my blogs too sometimes.. 🙂