I think these are the last of the poppies in my garden that have a different look.
The combination of colours and texture is beautiful, but it was the crepe paper look that made these poppies special for me. I wondered what the word “crepe” meant and found that its origin in 18th C. French was “crespe” which meant “curled, frizzed” from the Latin “crispus.”
In reality, the poppy petals are soft and delicate, but it’s the crepe look that I find fascinating.
D’you ever have a bad hair day
When petals lie down where they may?
You see, for me, it’s nothing new,
They do whatever they want to do.
Crispy, frizzy, fluttering,
My hairdo takes a battering.
The passing breeze has tousled me
I’m not the queen I’d like to be.
Here comes a lady pulling plants.
I call to her, “Give me a chance!
I’m just not ready yet to die.”
She halts and breathes a great big sigh.
“I love the messy look we share.
To part with you, I could not bear.”