Violets. I have vivid childhood memories of the bright purple color, the heart-shaped leaves, the cool softness of the petals, and the delight of forgoing for and eating edible wild blossoms and greens. I’ve transplanted wild violets of the common blue-purple and white varieties of the midwest into various gardens, and prefer them to cultivated pansies and violas, though I love those as well. They appear in lawns and out-of-the-way corners, green up early, and survive mowing, and in a cool shady damp place can spread to create carpets of flowers. I’d love to see what poetry you might be inspired to write by contemplating violets.

Any variation on one of these forms:
http://poetscollective.org/poetryforms/tag/irish/

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