Magnolia Flowers for my Prince


Magnolia Bloom


I love you


Shhh, my Prince, we’re too lost for speech.

Quiet, we’ll walk the woods and hear talk of enchantment in centuries

Splintering into magnolia roots wintering.


Hush now, my prince, our love is a sleeping beauty.

Quietly, maybe we’ll find Snow White in magnolia petals ripe for picking;

Surely she knows how to extract remedy from

Oils sticking to charms of scent for curing the poison in dreams

But how much help can she be, banished into silence?


Whisper, my prince, I’m afraid we’re too far gone into woods dark and deep –

For fantasy has seeped into our bloodstream and our vision is blurring.

But dare we share the same bed, the wicked witch will have our heads or

Cast some evil spell granting us our dreams yet turning us into magnolia trees

Of never-embracing arms stiff in beauty of memories.


For fairytales are shy things, fairies wear veils and have sly wings,

And genies enjoy games of Seek-and-go-Find

And they hide all too well in these trees,

Leaving aroma of wishes behind, leading passions on to

Unsolvable hints that to follow would mean

Losing you to bitterness, my prince.


Walk the woods with me and find eternity enchanting, as my friend.


Quietly, let’s kiss the petals without touching lips and

Not wake our love with romancing,

But find closure in quiet of one last dancing,


And revel in the fragrances our feet stir into the air

And plant our one seed pod there, into a rosy plot of earth.


Whisper sweet-smelling wishes because the beauty

Of our love is made for sleeping; to partake of its petals

Would mean the poison of regret and its ache

And the wicked witch waits to cast evils upon our mistake.


So, hush now, my prince, magnolia roots are wintering.


Stay for a moment, cease worrying, the seed will be fed,

And be enchanted with me…but we cannot talk of centuries,

But let us walk the magnolia trees,


Pssst, let us leave way for rains and return

After having traveled our separate ways

On day when our flowers have bloomed

For the bees of May.


I love you too


© 2014. Asha Gowan. All Rights Reserved.

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Asha Gowan

I am an aspiring poet, novelist, musician, visual artist, and a die hard jazz enthusiast (partial to writing). I did not have a choice in the matter as both of my parents are creative to the core. Van Gogh beautifully painted the artist's portrait with his words: "The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others." I've made that ideal the primary catalyst for my work. Born as one of nature's esthetes, beauty is the goal of every song, every poem, every piece of art. Beauty that will touch the hearts and minds of others. I try to design my art to be healing and empathetic. I study and find intriguing people of all kinds, which informs a lot of my insights. I've drawn inspiration on the art of positivity, of spiritual uplifting from writers like Throeau, John Muir, Ohiyesa (Charles Eastman), the psalmist David, etc. Seeking a unique verve in my style, I make thorough investigations of all sorts of art and challenge myself to the hilt for the growth of my ingenuity. I am eager to share my musings with everyone here and wish to disseminate them. Thank you!