Garden Grandes Dames and Sun Kings

Garden grandes dames and sun kings
Stained glass patterns quiver
like parchment paper slivers,
and saffron dusted slippered feet
tap out a silent minuet's beat.
Arabesque plumes do shiver and fret
like a horse's bonnet
at a prancing fete.
(A bow, a bob, bravo, encore!)
The feast you seek,
a moment's stay,
on a perfumed petal's center stage.
Golden nectar shall be served
on a charger of honeyed dew
for the garden grandes dames,
and the sun kings few.
(A bow, a bob, bravo, encore!)