Month: March 2021
The Zoya Project
Floriography, Poetry
Sing Me To Sleep

Unfurling poppiesAbove the snowLook likeLittle crimson blood stainsAs thoughA dying manHad walked throughThe white fields.They sway amidst the iceTainting the airWith theFragranceOf rich, dark opium,Like the callings ofForbidden secrets.Like Goddesses that walkThrough fieldsOf AsphodelTo meet a lover,Smoking cigarsRolled of poppy petalsAnd filled with opium seeds.They’ll lie togetherBlowing back smokeOn a scarlet bedStained withWineAnd virginal blood,CoveredWith […]

The Zoya Project
Floriography, Poetry
Wishes On The Wind

It feels warmLike a solstice eveWhere the moon hangs lowSmiling likeCheshireFrom Wonderland.There’s a tepid airOf summer yet to comeWhere stars sing spellsThat requireThe roar of a lionBefore the hunt,The rare white strandOn the backOf an auburn foxAnd a vialOf heady desireStirred withThe blood of thingsThat will never come to be.A sultry breezeHas brushedThe nape of […]

The Zoya Project
Floriography, Poetry
Waltz With Me

The only wayTo ask for a danceIs with flowers.They remind meOf ballgownsAs they bloom,They droopWith the heavy weightOf the petalsAnd sweep the groundIn the beat ofA waltz.They sway in theArms of the breezeTo a triplicate of beats,The stalks dippingIn graceful arcsLike the archOf a ladies backAs she is swept acrossMarble tilesGlowing underCrystal chandeliers.So when you […]

The Zoya Project
Floriography, Poetry
In memorial – Marigolds

I didn’t know that flowersMight whisper differentSweet nothingsTo those around them.That the pale petals ofMarigold,Would warmThe chill in one’s veinsWhen they drinkThe iced wineOf grief,Tinting memoriesIn the goldOf remembrance,And helpTo thawOctober morningsIn the midst of a souls winter.While at the same time,Adorning the wristsOf a bride.The sunny yellowReminiscent of turmericSmeared on the skinFor vitality,And darknessIn […]

The Zoya Project
Floriography, Poetry
A Bouquet of Disappointments

There’s a lovelinessTo wanting,It seeps through skinAnd infuses bloodWith a thundering rushLike the heady thrillOf amber tintedHoneyed alcohol. It runs and trillsIn an ancient songOf longingsAnd desiresForsaken and wateredBy stories of the old. The tears of a GoddessMingle with the spilt bloodOf a mortal loverPainting petals with pearlAnd rubies. The scratches on the backOf a […]

The Zoya Project
Floriography, Poetry
Floral Secrets

Last night I watched the moonlightIlluminate the blossoming flowers at my doorstep. Silver light rained uponDark crimson roses, like red wine, That blew sultry kissesWhich brushed my cheek and the pulse at my throat. Unfurled the deep gold petalsOf the sunflowersWho promptly fell back asleepUpon seeing the stars. The honeysuckleThat drank in the sleeping worldAs […]