Lady Alice has recurved or reflexed petals, like the tigers. But is too refined to be in the same tub, and would never admit to being closely related to them.
Lady Alice bobs
a curtsey to the breeze, and
turns her petals up –
a reflex she cannot help
when embarrassed by the bees.
This series of “…and there were lilies” poems is an epilogue to “jubilate lilium (let there be lilies”).
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Such regal flowers. I was unacquainted with Lady Alice.
I think she’s a descendant of Henryii. I had him in the garden last year, but I think he’s been eaten (by the tigers or the pig) as I haven’t seen him this year.