Garland Speech
"There's rosemary, that's for remembrance, pray you, love, remember."
When
your love
bid you follow.
I
grew rosemary
by my backdoor.
Prayed
hard an
fervently "remember me".
"What
will I
do with my
mornings?
Mournings? "Grown
for two ends".
Herrick
sagely advised
bridall or burriall.
Hope
is perennial.
It pays dividends.
Today's prompt was to create a poem in which one or more flowers take on specific meanings.
I've always found Ophelia's garland speech particularly poignant and doing a little research around the symbolic meaning of Rosemary discovered that Herrick had a poem that reflects rosemary's use in both bridal bouquets and burial wreaths.
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