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In the absence of roses
Explored August 30, #368. Thank you :-)
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Telopea Mongaensis (budding waratah)
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Whether he was convict or free
Matters little; his love
Had come a long way
To a land where birds screech
And jeer, and spiders
Hide in boots.
A wattlebird flapped from it
When he found it, tall-stemmed
In stony ground.
Thick bracts, bright red,
Like petals. Clustered,
Curled flowers, like crimson
Spider-palps, the whole
A ball, bigger than his fist.
In the absence of roses,
He picked it for her;
The tough stem scratched
His skin in lieu of thorns,
And when toil was over
And the dust washed down,
He gave it to her, and she cried.
- Giles Watson
***I have since discovered that Giles is a Flickr member too. He is a wonderful photographer as well as a fabulous poet and very special person. I'm sure he would love it if you paid him a visit sometime:
In the absence of roses
Explored August 30, #368. Thank you :-)
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Telopea Mongaensis (budding waratah)
--------------------------------------------------------------
Whether he was convict or free
Matters little; his love
Had come a long way
To a land where birds screech
And jeer, and spiders
Hide in boots.
A wattlebird flapped from it
When he found it, tall-stemmed
In stony ground.
Thick bracts, bright red,
Like petals. Clustered,
Curled flowers, like crimson
Spider-palps, the whole
A ball, bigger than his fist.
In the absence of roses,
He picked it for her;
The tough stem scratched
His skin in lieu of thorns,
And when toil was over
And the dust washed down,
He gave it to her, and she cried.
- Giles Watson
***I have since discovered that Giles is a Flickr member too. He is a wonderful photographer as well as a fabulous poet and very special person. I'm sure he would love it if you paid him a visit sometime: