In my garden, wild and free,
Achilles roams with dignity.
Feathered leaves and upright stems,
Achillea millefolium.

Native to where I oversee
this plot of land that humors me
as owner and conservator,
may yarrow bloom forevermore. 

The Queen is not so dear to me,
invasive spreader deemed a weed.
Our native plants cannot keep pace.
Daucus carota, Queen Anne’s lace.

The two have similarities
flat clustered blooms; light, airy leaves.
It’s clear, though, to identify
which one I love, which one despise.

It’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo)!

Day Nineteen prompt from NaPoWriMo.net: pick a flower or two (or a whole bouquet, if you like) from this online edition of Kate Greenaway’s Language of Flowers. Now, write your own poem in which you muse on your selections’ names and meanings.

The two plants I chose were not listed in the Greenaway’s book. Apparently I speak a different flower language. Otherwise, on prompt.