fleshy brown
bulb
tight tunic
sheath
palmed gently
into
winter’s womb
slumber
spring green
emerging
curved leaves
enfold
stem snakes
erect
viperish bed
swells
fluted flower
bells, but
no bud case
bursts,
no calix collars
tulip’s smooth
throat
petal folds flush
green goblet
fills
pumping pink
pigment
to pert petal
tips
red satin
petals
pout to reveal
silky black
stamens
pulchritudinous
pistil
red satin
hearts
shed bloody
tears
bared capsule
bears
seventh-year
seed
seventeenth century
‘Tulipomania’ –
six million pounds
for one tulip
bulb
twenty-first century
fantasising gardener
mad about
tulips
has ‘Tulipomania’?
7 comments:
One of my favourite Val poems with such lovely imagery and alliterative phrases - erotic too, ‘pumping pink pigments / to pert petal tips’ !
Another gem to enjoy
This is powerful, beautiful stuff. 😮💓A knowledge of botany expressed so creatively, very poetic. I'm glad you still share Val's work, very special to honour her memory that way.
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Very poetic, Val -- I've learnt two new words!
Alex
Beautiful description of the tulip bulb and its tunic sheath. Wonderful capturing of the breath-taking hues of tulips flowers too. I miss Val so much.
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