Teasels

Cherry

By Philip Sidney

Wed, 14 Jan 2015
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Colours, faded

to winter’s  gentle browns and greys.

Sweet nectar, gone,

lapped by the long tongued bee.

We stand, unaided

through icy nights and frosty days.

Our spines, strong,

we only seem spikey.

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Poem

Comments

Submitted by celticman on

spikey teasels, nice. 

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thanks celticman.

Submitted by Bee on

This has a lonely feel to it - able to withstand the cold of winter. There's something stark about describing yourself as only spiky - even if you are Teasels. I think they are pretty - i like the poem, and the photo, too. 

Bee

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thanks Bee!

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Helen

Lovely poem, and image. Spikey isn't necessarily a bad thing, is it. It gives contrast in floral displays, and life.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thanks Juean and I agree, all characteristics add a certain something!

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I enjoyed this too, Helen. I always get excited when I see teasels in the wild standing among the wilting, limp undergrowth. My daughter and I once got one in a craft fair I think it was, made to look like a hedgehog. Later we saw a flea(?) jumping around it, and I thought I hadn't realised it was meant to be as realistic as a headgehog as all that! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thanks Rhiannon, love your flea story!