.
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:
They really are beautiful, even in the pouring rain. Can you contain them somehow?
Are you safe from the floods?
What a masterful description. I love your choice of words. Thank you!
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")
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