Primroses
By Rhiannonw
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Clusters of smudges pale yellowy-cream,
dappled on banks and in woods, in between
the trees, on the ground, soft and delicate smiles,
rosettes of fresh leaves, climate gentler awhiles.
And if you get closer and notice the shapes
of the petals, with patches of deep-yellow shades,
see also the interesting centuries’ game –
for primroses aren’t all exactly the same, –
at the centre of some there’s a pin-head-like spot,
in others, a cluster of much smaller dots.
The first is called ‘pin-eyed’, – the stigma is tall.
The second is ‘thrum-eyed’, – instead it has all
the anthers with pollen above a short style:
a clever device so the pollen will pile
on an insect who’ll brush by and leave it instead
on the tall pin-eyed stigma – or so it is said!
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HI Rhiannon
HI Rhiannon
I found another poem that nobody else has reviewed. That is kind of nice - being the first for such a lovely poem.
And I learned something from it too. I wasn't familiar with primroses until I moved to England, and when I moved to this house, I brought some plants with me, and was also given some by a friend. I was amazed at how a second flower grows on top of the first, probably due to the process that you descirbed in your poem. I'd never noticed that before.
Jean
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Hi Rhiannon,
Hi Rhiannon,
another delicate poem you've written. We have so many primroses growing in our garden. I never realised that insects could carry the pollen, now I know why they are coming up all over my lawn.
This was a very useful poem to read and I'm so glad I found it.
Jenny.
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Hi Rhiannon,
Hi Rhiannon,
This is another delightful poem. I was most interested in the distinctions you made between the primroses. I had never heard this before. You learn something new every day.
Hilary
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