FLORAL IN NATURE

Sweet Dianthus

To lose someone

Gabrielle “Gabby” Armour
1 min readMay 7, 2020
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Flora of the gods, you are Dianthus.
Fauna gaze at your leaf — entranced by pink.
Dianthus loved by all including stink.
Flesh and blood in color without muss.

You are Sweet William, my dear Dianthus.
You are a multitude when on ink.
There are clusters of you that need deep drink;
Thirsty for lifeblood making a huge fuss.

Dianthus as religion takes and wants.
My mother saw the pink before she passed.
If I knew more answers and many chants,
There would not be great pain amassed.
My stomach is sour; I’m not nonchalant.
Cursed Dianthus, beauty that is trashed.

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Gabrielle “Gabby” Armour
Gabrielle “Gabby” Armour

Written by Gabrielle “Gabby” Armour

Image Analyst | Geospatial Python Developer | Fiction & Poetry Dabbler — I’m slow as a snail, but you can follow me on Instagram too @galacticgerbil.

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