Magnolia, Remind Me

A common thread
intertwines us
tortured souls of creamy-pale
luscious magnolia flower
voluptuous, sensuous
too strong for most
but then, so are we...

When Eire is won
lie me down
wrap your celtic cross
in those waxy flowers
a bed of magnolias
severe, blistering aroma
(a freedom) tasted in the air
by none, but we...

And when england
writhes in her cold grave
enshroud me in magnolia's
dark green foliage
and with hardened yellow bud
remind me luv
'twas not all for naught
nor were we...

by Míchealín Daugherty

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