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The Fleur-de-lis
THE FLEUR DE LIS
The Fleur-de-lis is a collector's delight of woman poet Emily Isaacson who was put in prison. Some of her poems were composed under these same circumstances. Containing over 800 poems in English and French, her document in free-verse poetry astounded her critics. She was hailed a mystic.
New Book Released!
"There are so many facets of connection, made real and renewed every time we are in nature. The throwback to animism, where we acknowledge a higher power that has given soul to nature, and spirit to trees, endears us to them like friends."
Emily Isaacson's series of poetry for each month of the year celebrates a child born in each month.
A gift to her family, and their myriad grandchildren, she includes botanical poems for each month with her selections from the Celtic Tree Calendar that have gained new insight and significance.
The symbolic trees and botanicals, heralded in the form of odes, are selected by Isaacson for each month of the year. The poems bring to mind special qualities for each plant and child in a day and age when the spiritual nature of trees and their connection to us is largely forgotten.
Isaacson references herbology, botany, remedies from botanicals, and the essence of cottagecore in this delightful book for children and adults alike.
Swan Lake
There was a slow glowing light
as the amber sunlight at this basted liquid hour
over the effulgent muddy foliage
of the highest Garry oak on Christmas Hill,
as a priest ordains a women’s shelter
a safe place.
How when you are unable to speak,
there is the Scotch broom and chocolate lily,
an old rustle commissions the knotted leaves,
a gold flute tunes the order amid the last rays.
The red sun has risen and set with a dying cry.
Crows bellow from the Pacific crab apple:
the inner sanctum under my temples.
A knot in the trunk is a black eye of modernity,
while a deep well caverns
a crackling enameled wasp nest.
Broken ivory cranium . . . when I run
I cannot move, rooted in place,
in deep lustrous ground.
My dead fellowship branches falling
into the white brodiaea; with veins, her slender stalks
run from basal pain,
but undemanding,
want perfection like a fool’s onion.
I asked to be burned at the stake for my sins,
but was beautified:
how when you come around the corner
there are two street people
in the middle of the night
and one of them is naked in the rain.
Emily Isaacson, Odes
Requiem
Requiem . . . the mysterious poem in seven stanzas that premiered right before the coronation of King Charles the III.
What inspires the poetry?
Emily Isaacson's poetry draws its inspiration from many sources, but one of her favourites is ballet.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Famous picture of the girl poet under magnolias . . .
It was among the branches of just such a tree that a young poet posed for portraits that would become famous. Quintessentially “poetic,” the images of Edna St. Vincent Millay are immensely alluring.
Where the ferns swagger
Poetry in Fashion
"Then the garden of your soul will bloom . . ."
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