Parched and withered near the river's
tantalising khaki stream,
spring's communities of trees
struggle with adversity,
putting on the only show they know,
like girls of slender means
from humble village families,
assembling trousseaus.
Where asphalt meets the dusty track,
a matriarch in ivory
spreads a feast for rainbow lorikeets
with nectar-lacquered beaks,
a banquet in the canopy
that scents the air with manna-honey.
Generous with shade, immense,
Albizia flaunts her finery,
a grand duchess in silk brocade,
too proud to bow to drought.
Manna tree
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2006
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Oh, this one is enchantingly beatiful.
Youve got such a rich imagery.
It almost feels like some mediveal tapestry.
All the best for you.
Н.Н. 10.12.2006 15:37 • Заявить о нарушении
Youve got such a rich imagery.
It almost feels like some mediveal tapestry.
All the best for you.
Н.Н. 10.12.2006 15:37 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you very much for your kind words.
The vision of the mighty tree completely canopied in flowers is almost too fabulous for language to evoke - opulent and delicate at once, and yes, 'medieval tapestry' is an apt comparison...
Wishing you a joyous festive season,
Jena Woodhouse 11.12.2006 11:34 Заявить о нарушении
The vision of the mighty tree completely canopied in flowers is almost too fabulous for language to evoke - opulent and delicate at once, and yes, 'medieval tapestry' is an apt comparison...
Wishing you a joyous festive season,
Jena Woodhouse 11.12.2006 11:34 Заявить о нарушении