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Mollys 365 Project
Day 228 – Poppy
Flowers / Scenery / Sky / Summer / 3 Comments / 16/08/2017

“Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came, And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame. With burnt mouth red like a lion’s it drank The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank, And dipped its cup in the purpurate shine When the eastern conduits ran with wine.” ~ Francis Thompson
 

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3 Comments


Tamar Strauss-Benjamin
August 16, 2017, 11:22 am

SO pretty!

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JM Illinois U.S.A.
August 16, 2017, 11:23 pm

Poppies in a field are rare around these part. Just lovely job on this image.

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NatureFootstep
August 17, 2017, 11:02 pm

this is a wonderful shot. Love the edit you gave it 🙂

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