January 26, 2022 · 12:08 pm
I’m revisiting my “five red tulips in a white pot” series to finish it, and in response to Tuesday’s dVerse prompt “songs of unreason“. The challenge is to use one of the specified lines from Jim Harrison as an epigraph. I chose:
“After last night’s storm the tulip petals are strewn across the patio where they mortally fluttered.”- Church, Jim Harrison
The flame-filled cups have fallen
scattered and spilt
like drops of blood on the porch,
soon dried and scuffed away.
The Persian-green foliage,
bleached to palest straw,
was carried off
by the summer wind.
Now just the five pale bulbs remain,
safe-hidden for their nine month wait,
in their russet-brown wrapping paper
soil-slumbering in the white pot.
September 23, 2021 · 10:38 pm
Holding aloft their fiery cups,
flames they have caught
as they fall from the sun,
they are full now,
filled to overflowing,
their bowls brimming
and their petals saturated.
And yet still they are insatiable,
glowing like greedy coals
that are not dimmed by the sunlight
but fed by it.
Fourth in the “five red tulips in a white pot series” – and yes, there are only four tulips in flower. One was eaten by something. But 80% is pretty good.
September 19, 2021 · 12:24 pm
How can I describe
these whorls that have risen from the soil?
Somewhere between green and blue,
cyan, teal-green…? Or… yes… Persian-green,
this name so apt for the colour of tulip leaves,
that mountain flower Continue reading →
July 25, 2021 · 10:36 pm
Five white hearts
wrapped in brittle brown paper,
stir in the dark,
Standing in a flurry of snow,
a scatter of hail,
I am torn between eagerness
to see green shoots,
and trepidation at their daring.
Five red tulips in a white pot I
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June 6, 2021 · 12:37 pm
Today I am planting tulips.
I am planting five red tulips in a white pot. Continue reading →