It's been raining for most of the day in Guernsey. Having had so much sun recently I see the rain as a blessing as it will help to wash the dust off the hedgerow plants and add sparkle to the Jewel that is our Island.
One other benefit is that I have had some extra time to work on a poem I started in the Icart Garden earlier in the week. I hope you like it:
The Factory
The tall Echium sways in the breeze.
A myriad of purple trumpets call
summoning the tiger striped workforce
with a silent blast of colour and scent.
Starting from the base the workers ascend,
diligently probing each nectary as they pass.
Their wings hum briefly as they move on
practicing allogamy as they go.
From the cap they drop on to the breeze
and fly onward; to the next tower.
They don’t punch in and out
the bright sun’s course tracks their day.
Elsewhere the plant’s red and black security staff,
Keep a watchful eye, removing;
'All Pubescent Hoodlums Intending Disrupting Supply’,
By eating them!
Here in nature’s factory
everyone plays their part;
and the humble poet watching
marvels at the art.
John Carré Buchanan
11 June 2011
YES! exactly John - except I don't know what allogamy (is that right?) means!
ReplyDeletePat, Allogamy is a term used in the field of biological reproduction describing the fertilization of an ovum from one individual with the spermatozoa of another. (ie cross-fertilization or Pollination)
ReplyDeletelots of busy bees here in France making good honey which goes well on croissants
ReplyDelete