Saturday, January 15, 2011

aros. Agapanthus

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Spheres of purple
thrust aloft on spindly spears

Shouting:
Look at me!
I'm beautiful!

A joy on a dreary drippy day

Their writhing roots
infiltrate and strangle native bush

an unintentional legacy
of our forebears

I wonder do I leave them or find the poison?

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3 comments:

fyreflye said...

They really are beautiful, even in the pouring rain. Can you contain them somehow?
Are you safe from the floods?

Judy Shepps Battle said...

What a masterful description. I love your choice of words. Thank you!

sue said...

fyreflye: they're really hard to eradicate, we persist, and they grow back again. it's like they go "nyah, nyah, nyah". It's just as well they're so beautiful.

Judy: Thank you. I'm so encouraged by your comment (blushing at your choice of the word "masterful")