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Dock

DOCK

 

A dock leaf in downland

Transfigured by sun

Becomes an ascension window,

A collage of lights,

Chloroplast-coloured,

Leaded and held

By a tracery of veins.

 

Some will turn crimson

As any Chagall, livid

Pointillisms of stain.

Insect-masons chip

At the tracery, mandibles

Champing, invading the green

With pinholes of sky.

 

Were I a window-maker, I

Would glaze my muse in green,

A nettle clutched unflinching

In her left hand; a dock leaf

In her other, her lips a pout

Preparing to spit on my livid

Skin: the rash she has inflicted.

 

Source material: The use of a dock-leaf as a means of bringing relief from a nettle sting is perhaps the most widespread and well known of all herbal remedies. The more traditional remedy involved spitting on the sting first: a practice which is indeed efficacious, as the enzymes in saliva stimulate the anti-inflammatory properties of the plant. See Gabriel Hatfield, Hatfield’s Herbal: The Curious Stories of Britain’s Wild Plants, 2007. Poem by Giles Watson, 2009.

 

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