Earth Day has come around, took part in Earth hour some weeks past so it feels like this should be repeated today, no tele, just candles allowed! And now I can go along with the flower as subject poems. My Day 19 was about trees, and Day 5 was a sunflower inspired blues poem, so I get to return to the sunflowers who are, despite my dire predictions, starting to grow. It’s been strange the difference between the outside and inside flowers, in their growth rate, so I thought I’d contrast that in this piece.
You were stripy and small,
Narrowed to a point
You crept in the shallow soil
churn in the rain of outside,
While the hyacinths hum pink in the window
Their flower heads blossom, and droop
Heavy with their scent, each small flower opening
Starlets that group round the stem.
You flourish gingerly in the compost
Coming up slow, two leaves apiece
You sprout together in the depth of the pot.
The hyacinths in their pine cone knots have opened
Flowered, fresh and sweet, they stink of themselves
The kitchen is full of their perfume, you wait
Slow and small, the weather soaking and sunning you
Our hothouse hyacinths are beginning to crumble and fade
Their petals dry and shrivel; we feed them from the tap
And wait for you to turn from green to the flesh of flowers.