Frances Gapper has a different perspective on buddleia

BUDDLEIA


It’s hot and the buddleia’s out,
flourishing in waste ground,
along the railway embankments.
Mauve and that rarer dark purple.

It waves in the wind like penises,
if penises were made of tiny flowers,
if they waved in the wind.

I remember my mother in the back garden,
sniffing the buddleia, exclaiming.
I was five at most, but I felt embarrassed.

Now I reach for the buddleia and draw it to my nose.



• Frances Gapper writes very short stories and poems.

4 comments

  1. Anonymous

    Terrific, Frances. Very real indeed.

  2. Anonymous

    A very effective poem Frances.
    Well done.

  3. Anonymous

    Thanks very much, Sarah and Bill!
    Frances

  4. Anonymous

    Dunno about penises, but your poem is made of tiny little beautiful flowers, and it waves wonderfully in the wind!
    Cheers…

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