Whatever they are, they're lovely.-- KKay, Alberta, CanadaAn Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
It look like Hollyhocks. I thought it's poppies but when I see the leaves I am sure it's Hollyhocks. That is so pretty!! Love the color!Reb Flower
It's lovely and crimson!
Not sure but they are pretty.
I agree with Kim: They look like hollyhocks to me, at least the ones I remember from my childhood.SEEING REDTonight, my dear, I’m seeing red—Or is it puce or rose?Whatever’s going round my headIs tingling all my toes.My heart, my dear, becomes inflamedWith passion sore ablaze;Perhaps it is because I missYour glowing, crimson gaze.Whate’er the cause, my face is flushedLike a ripened cherry,No longer healthy, but inflamed—See the vessels serry*?A certain sanguine aftertasteIs clinging to my tongue,For I have kissed your ruby lips—To which the claret clung.*serry – (archaic) to crowd closely together© 2011 by Magical Mystical TeacherLady in Red
Whatever they are, they're lovely.
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Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel
It look like Hollyhocks. I thought it's poppies but when I see the leaves I am sure it's Hollyhocks. That is so pretty!! Love the color!
ReplyDeleteReb Flower
It's lovely and crimson!
ReplyDeleteNot sure but they are pretty.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Kim: They look like hollyhocks to me, at least the ones I remember from my childhood.
ReplyDeleteSEEING RED
Tonight, my dear, I’m seeing red—
Or is it puce or rose?
Whatever’s going round my head
Is tingling all my toes.
My heart, my dear, becomes inflamed
With passion sore ablaze;
Perhaps it is because I miss
Your glowing, crimson gaze.
Whate’er the cause, my face is flushed
Like a ripened cherry,
No longer healthy, but inflamed—
See the vessels serry*?
A certain sanguine aftertaste
Is clinging to my tongue,
For I have kissed your ruby lips—
To which the claret clung.
*serry – (archaic) to crowd closely together
© 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Lady in Red