Hellebores, primrose, bluebells, geranium, forget-me-not: how could I forget you? For our love bloomed in the heady time of late spring flowers, around the rising of the late-May moon. Scents of lavender and roses drifted on the air, as the Star of Bethlehem reflected the moon’s splendour, shining white.
Buttercups and poppies swayed in daytime meadows, where we lay many an hour. Bees buzzed around and above us, drunk on pollen-scented love, like nectar. But what we waited for above all were those special flowers we had planted in our garden: the ones which only opened after dark.
Night blooming flowers
opening beneath the moon
like lover’s whispers
Written for dVerse
Frank is hosting Haibun Monday, and has asked us to write haibun alluding to the ‘floral moon,’ another name for the full moon of May, because so many flowers bloom at this time in the Northern Hemisphere. I took a little artistic licence and dreamed up a heady love affair in a flower-scented garden. Join us at the bar to see where the moon takes you…
Experiments in Fiction 
Beautifully sensuous, and so gently erotic I almost missed it! Brava!
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Thank you Frank. I really enjoyed this prompt!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you Dwight!
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You are welcome!
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With all the daylight we have up here in Sweden I wouldn’t really see any night… there are some dusk blooming flowers though
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You have gone from endless night to endless day! My children would never go to bed in those conditions 😅
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I love your artistic licence, Ingrid, and enjoyed the heady love affair in the flower-scented garden! And what a collection of flowers! I could hear the lover’s whispers in the haiku.
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Thank you Kim! I’m no expert on flowers, so I named the ones which grow around here 🌺
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“the ones which only opened after dark”
Oh, I love that twist at the end.
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Thank you 😊
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Very evocative and romantic. Gorgeous Haibun Ingrid.
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Thank you 😊
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This is so full of sensory delight, Ingrid! Sensual and romantic–and yes, subtly erotic, too.
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Thank you Merril, I felt that romance was the only way to go under a flower moon!
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You’re so right! 💙
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Your haiku lends a a whole new perspective to the beauty of flowers, especially under a full moon.
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Thank you Ken. Something I would like to see in real life!
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A beautiful piece! I love the lush imagery of the first two paragraphs followed up by the concise thought in the final poem.
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Thank you Jaya 🌺
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Luv the ronantic undertoned. Happy Monday. Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💚love
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Happy Monday to you too Gillena! 😊
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Love is in the air it seems. Your haiku stands proudly, and is a fine summation of your prose. No dark side here.
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Thank you Glenn!
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splendid words stung in love’n poetry Ingrid❣️❣️
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Thank you Cindy 🌺🌝
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Flowers, the full moon, of course there is love. :)
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Of course! 🌝
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How humble the night flowers are to choose their display under the moon? Whispers of lovers also a beautiful privacy.
Lovely!
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Thank you Susan 😊
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What a gorgeous haibun, Ingrid! You are giving me “spring fever!” Moonlight and flowers promote romance! <3 I hope you are enjoying warm, sunny weather and a bit of moonlight too!
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I’m afraid we don’t have either at the moment, but plenty of rain to make the flowers bloom 🌺
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I can smell the heady scent. Delightfully sensuous and romantic ☺️💕
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Thanks Christine 🌝
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Can’t imagine anything more wonderful than laying amongst the day flowers with a loved one, waiting for the night flowers to open. A sensory extravaganza.
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Thank you Lisa, romantic it is 🌺
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You’re welcome.
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This is so full of fire and passion and need and want and giving and loving – just superbly romantic Ingrid — 🥰
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Thanks Rob – I tried my best ❤️
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Adore your haiku Ingrid …
“opening beneath the moon
like lover’s whispers”
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Thanks Ivor 🌺🌝
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ooooooooooh. you closed this with the last line. such a revelation, Ingrid.
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Thank you 🌺
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Wow, Ingrid, even your prose is poetry…
<3
David
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I think I write it as poetry then have to ‘proseify’ it to be honest…😅
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So wonderfully romantic.
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Yes, the moon whispers us close and then we gaze in silence. Mesmerized like so. Like the flowers giving in to the moon’s magical touch. Thanks for sharing. Lovely.
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You’re welcome. Thank you 🙏
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Romantic! Flowers, love, and the moon…a potent recipe. (K)
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Simple ingredients!
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I enjoyed your recollection of flowers and love blooming, especially the image fo the star of Bethlehem reflecting the moon. Night whispers blooming is a beautiful image, Ingrid.
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Thank you K. 🌝
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A tryst beneath the jasmine :)
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Always worth waiting up for!
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I agree :)
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Spring awakens every sense!
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Indeed it does 😊
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That’s adorable.
xoxo
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Thank you Gabriela 🌺🌝🌺
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My pleasure 🌸🥰🌹
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the haiku is my favorite part.
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Thank you 🌺
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The one (flower) in your feature photo…is really romantic and adorable❤💜….you may also like this…https://naturethebestcure.wordpress.com/2021/05/24/nature-the-best-physician-nature-the-best-cure/
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Gorgeous writing Ingrid. ❤️
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Thank you Jude 🙏
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