The Poppy

This is a very special addition to the Alicia Collection of silk scarves, featuring a poem about loss and remembering loved ones with poignant imagery of poppies. A perfect gift for all you wordsmiths out there. Below is the poem found on the scarf.

The Poppy, a silk twill scarf combining hand-illustration and original poetry.

The poppy was a humble flower

But she loved to dance

Swirling across the floors of the world

On the dancefloor she would entrance

Poppy danced where no one else dared

She would always be first to the floor

Then others followed, they always did

And to the dancefloor they would pour

Dandelion shook his golden mane to the beat

The daisies, across dancefloors they did scatter

Wild rose tangoed; Forget-Me-Nots did swing

But poppy rose above the chatter

She twirled with the butterflies and the bees

Enhancing a perfectly manicured dancefloor

Sashaying with steps joyful and free

Swaying to the music like never before

But as suddenly as seeds drop to the ground

Silent Killer entered the fray

Without warning, poppy was gone, no more

The world stopped. Dancing had gone away.

Silent Killer took away what was loved by many

What once had lit up the dancefloor

Those wilful yet tender petals had gone

A disaster coming that nobody saw

And yet Silent Killer was gladly unaware

The spirit of the poppy lived on

He may have broken the party

But the poppy’s spirit was strong

Poppy had danced with Generals of Rome,

Carried memories of dance through Great Wars

Her spirit lived on in all those touched by her heart

For eternity, poppy would be first to dancefloors