I’m bad at identifying plants. So that purple loveliness is either lavender or Mexican sage. I once used this beauty in an (ugly) anti-Drumpf poem… which is a milder case of a poet’s predilection to consider nothing sacred. Of course, if you delve deeper, you might discover that the poet considers nothing specific to be sacred only because the poet considers everything sacred.
The Legacy of Bolinus Brandaris *
Blossoms
highlight the
power of snails
whose mucus suffices
for creating
royalty
like the color
purple that
adorned
rulers of Byzantine
and Roman
empires,
Roman Catholic bishops,
the Japanese
emperor
and his aristocrats,
and my
child
as he graduates
from high
school.
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