Intact

Gold cherry

By Yutka

Wed, 22 Jul 2020
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12 comments
 

Uptown, shortly after the last turnoff,

in fields of uncut grasses, dry and torn,

a group of teasels next to the Cycle Park.

 

It is late autumn. No idea why

these tall and stalky plants, 

are still standing, robbed,

forgotten and colourless, 

their tattered leaves waving flags,

their cracked confusion, left alone

in the rags of autumn.

 

Around them long grasses whisper,

deny them, blow their way back and forth,

how incredulous

at such a breakdown and dusty ending, 

unconvinced of their perseverance

when withstanding the winds,

their green time spent, their petals forfeited,

as a memorial, perhaps, 

 

that everything was already over

and in the first falling snow they shine

as if wrapped in silver shrouds

yet still defying the wind and the cold.

 

Gradually to die, oppose the expectation

and time, this steady descent,

could one day be my fate.

 

Red kites whistle high up in the sky.

I can still hear them behind the clouds,

like ghostly messengers, 

when I get home with my bouquet

 of teasel brushes bristly intact.

 

Certificate U
Poem
Yutka's poems
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

The dry remains do look good in the snow, don't they, and in winter decorations I think. I remember once buiying a little 'teasel-hedghog' with my young daughter in a craft fair, and was amused to see some little flea or such-like jumping in it, which made it even more realistic as a hedgehog mimic! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Yutka on

Thanks Rhiannon, I grow teasels in my own garden for years ,will start making hedgehogs now, you gave me an idea! (: the birds love them too, especially the Goldfinches...

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

so many wonderful descriptions! "dry and torn" "tall and stalky" "cracked confusion" "green time spent" "teasel brushes bristly" and "intact" reminding of tactile so reinforcing the bristly?

 

Submitted by Yutka on

Thanks Di, your comments are much appreciated!

 

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

Di's covered some of the lovely descriptions in this above, a sadness in this, also perseverance, sound, movement, beautiful visuals, much enjoyed

 

Submitted by Yutka on

Thanks Steven , since the first teasel suddenly appeared in my garden, I was intrigued by this incredible plant with its water reservoirs and giant growth. It looked an alien and  had arrived out of nowhere. I collected the seeds and grew more... a plant well deserving a poem....

 

 

 

Submitted by sean mcnulty on

Such graceful nature writing. This is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the day. Please share and retweet.

 

Submitted by Yutka on

Ah, thank you so much! You made my day!smiley

 

Submitted by littleditty on

I read this a while back, and glad to come back - I was watching the teasles - they are awesome plants to watch change - reflected so well in your poem. I read your last one when you posted too, something precious - will read again. Hope you are well and enjoying the summer x (Did you get a message I was asked to send you a few weeks back?)

 

Submitted by Yutka on

Thank you for writing. Still alive and kicking....haha...you see I am still writing poetry, no one in my family reads anything I write...still, I have friends here, who "understand", that's a blessing....

i cannot remember your message, I probably received it, didnt I answer? What was it about?

I live in a magical garden, totally unique, which we built up during the last 10 years, converting a field of rubble into a magical paradise...that's where I enjoy my summer...

and I have written books, last one "Moody Sands" a book of meditations...

Kind regards

Yutka

 

Submitted by littleditty on

for books soon - It was a message pmed at uka with an email address of a friend. No worries. 

 

Submitted by Mark Burrow on

I enjoyed the controlled, languid beauty of this. Found out what a teasel is too!