I. A blue amaryllis in a glass vase.

 

II. A blue amaryllis in a glass vase,

With another accompanying.

 

III. Two blue amaryllis flowers, intertwined

By the stems, slowly dancing round and round,

To a silent song.

 

IV. A blue and a blue-turned-pink amaryllis,

Stems holding hands with pillow-soft petals

And gently smiling,

Holding a shared secret.

 

V. Two pink amaryllis flowers, sitting side-by-side

One not knowing of turning pink

While within,

A growing unknown feeling fills

A quiet soul.

 

VI. A pink and a red amaryllis,

Resting in a glass tub with silken suits.

With a bow and a smile, the two

Dance again with wondrous harmony -

Without a car in the world whilst

Feeling fulfilled.

 

VII. Two red amaryllis flowers in a glass vase,

With a ring of vibrant zircon

Upon a maple table.

Within the room,

A silent song of raven and owl feathers

Accompany the scene,

While a poet writes.

 

VIII. Two amaryllis flowers

Dance to the tune

Of celestial cellos

And fanciful flutes.

There, in the distance,

Is a quietly crackling fire

In a marble fireplace,

Sitting in its seat.

 

IX. The simple red amaryllis,

Are accompanied by a baby blue

And a soft pink amaryllis,

The four being together.

Perhaps the two extra amaryllis

Are an illusion

For they were not there before.

Or perhaps the red amaryllis wished it so.

Perhaps. 

 

X. Two amaryllis flowers,

One of sky-blood

The other of life-blood,

Sit at the seats of the

Mead-hall of ages past.

In this realm, requiems are played

Whilst two red amaryllis

Are displayed - encased in ice-crystal,

Preserving the immortal poem

And within there is a quiet sorrow.

 

XI. An amaryllis, possessing crystal essence,

Is partnered with an ocean-essence amaryllis,

One filled with boundless imagination

The other filled with an interest in simple happiness.

With a simple eventful adventure,

The duo would discover

Enchanting sights and sounds,

Gain an understanding of life,

And even quiet solace 

Within the crystal-glass world -

Compiling tales of both the ordinary & extraordinary.

 

XII. An enchanting amaryllis,

Its hue as blue as a baby boy’s blanket,

Waits in silence,

But not for long,

As its partner is placed

In the glass vase.

Curious, the flower extends a petal hand

To the companion,

To which the lavender amaryllis

Responds in kind.

Then a clock shatters -

Pausing time.

 

XIII. A red amaryllis in a glass vase

Sits in silence, satisfied

In its home.

Yet a slender, pale hand

Gently grips the flower, lifting it.

Twas then that the amaryllis

Turned into a rose, its thorns growing.

Yet ever so softly did the handgrip,

Lifting to kiss its silken petal - the

Red lips revealing fangs.

Then did the flower formed into

A human, with vibrant blood hair,

To which the two embrace and eternally dance.