
Indigo child,
Seeking forbidden fruit
In a garden of eyes.
Knowledge grown on trees,
Showy flowers plucked
Before maturity…
Fleeting bouquets
That wither when admired
Leaving no seed.
The search is blind,
The tree of life untasted
A night bird cries…
For Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge #30: Peacock garden
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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
Dreamlike words. I like how everything is so elusive and happiness unattainable, just like a dream that brings exotic or long-for elements almost within reach then whisks them away.
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Thanks Jane, I had something quite specific in mind when I wrote it.
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That explains the mystery 🙂
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🙂
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Beautiful Sue!
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Thank you
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A beautiful interpretation of this painting.
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Thank you .
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Hauntingly lovely x
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Thanks Steve.
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Smashing verse, Sue, laden (ahem) with fruit, bursting with hidden, even harsh, meaning. Superficiality appears to be the order of the day, until I read this
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Thanks Dermott, yes, the observation was a little harsh…frustration perhaps.
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Better out, than in
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🙂
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I really like this Sue. I got some good deeper meanings.
Pat
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Thank you, Pat.
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A lovely description of a child’s experience with flowers, Sue. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Beautiful Sue. ❤
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❤
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Beautiful and haunting I love it.
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Thanks Adele.
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