Chance Florilegium  ~ Electric Scent

Tuesday 15th December 2020
Sophya Polevaya

Sentiments of the heart expressed through flower arranging and cards.

Petal Sortilege

A honeycomb circle of
encased in
an ivory crown of
This common wildflower
of the garden
a Marguerite.

"Are we true blues?"
The amoureuse
consults this mystique
nature's innocent
fortune teller 
the desires of 
her heart:
the gentleman liatris.

Round the 
roulette wheel goes
what answer will she give?

Petal Sortiliege Sophya Polevaya

Each petal pizzicato
a hypnotic effeuillage
flirting with
fantasy and touch
continual blushes and rushes.
"Oh I'm crazy about Daisy"
For mademoiselle amoureuse 
it has become
an addictive
love affair with 
her Marguerite 
blazing stars in her eyes.


But then a
and another 
no, no, no, no
again as an encore
no, no, no, non!
Easy it is 
to forget 
how double edged
the blades 
of this brisé fan are
The queen of swords
switching twofold
cloud nine feelings
with sudden killjoy slap.
The ultimate 
pick me up
a stinging 
love bite.

Heads or Tails

Her visage of
an either/or
game of illusion.

Which feature do you see?

the beautiful
green eyes
with fluttering
feathered thorn butterflies
giving you 
a flirtatious wink.

the parted
diva lips 
whispering "Bonjour..."
tinted with benibana pigments
rouge of the safflower
key lime green / strawberry red
sour apple pieces
a tempting delice.

Heads or Tails Sophya Polevaya

Her jeu de cartes is
As Qui Court 
an either/or
game of fate.

Which player will you be?

the dragonfly 'king'
admiring La belladonna
on a diamond throne
though only a peep of her 
he still
magnetically pulled in by chance
but then
rudely deterred by the
crash of bells, snares and trumpets.

the honey-eyed knave
At first hand-kissed by Lady Luck
and then
outwitted by a single cup of 
this mysterious queen's 
_sweet syrup.
He is now 
broke, drunk 
and with no choice 
but to surrender 
to an ecstatic death 
forever as
an amber pendant 
in the venus fly trap
the sceptre of
La dame de pique.

My Own Hand

5 cards:

6 of spades
my birthdate
and 9 of spades
its paired soul card 
the two scorpion telsons
of the petal suit
tokens of
renaissance and passion
water and fire
spiralling together 
to become air 
my element.

My Own Hand Sophya Polevaya
Á bataille
these buta teardrop tails 
touch and bind to form 
a single fuchsia rose with 
a bouquet of chai.

This delicate 
soliflore brooch
grown from
an ace of clubs:
Sonya's Fiore
a perpetual rosacea. 

It is my favourite present 
from the 
queen of hearts
a sun eponym 
of she 
who gifted 
both this
rouge sovereign card 
and rose 
to me.


Sophya Polevaya 2020