Opium Poppy

Frequenter of smokescaped dens
from Limehouse to Shanghai. Gatekeeper
to Rococo dreams and fork tongued
terrors. Flapper in loose fit crepe de chine,
with a habit she'll never kick.

Snowdrops

Close to the churchyard
yew, thriving on bonemeal
and ash. Act two of Giselle
plays out.

Lily of the Valley

Where the lawn meets shade,
a conference of jilted brides.
Minute Miss Havishams
withering in white.

Stephen Bone

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