Thursday, September 21, 2017


For the burdened sunflowers
squirrels in the morning sail
to gnash on the downcast platters,
chewing away from the giant crooks
even the plates' pith matter.

Time the row was lifting in youth
their right and plumb was matched by surge
- inch a day, in truth.

Frisky gold opened on the bees;
fire manes flickered in the breeze.
The heads were brained, and like strung bows,
bent intense with black dilation.
Punctual spiders link their prostration.

Their gaze is blind with seed, facing clay,
straining under staves of a dirge
in truth, inch a day.


Itinérante said...

I wanted to get some sunflowers the other day!
Have you ever planted these? are they easy to grow?

Belfry Bat said...

... Here's a lovely page;

it sounds like they need a good supply of phosphates and fixed nitrogen. (which makes sense, as they've a lot of building to do... corn is similarly demanding, with the extra complication that you usually have to feed it lysine--- Huron farmers used fish) The pH conditions means your soil shouldn't be too chalky or ashy (pH > 8), and they won't grow as well near pine woods (pH < 6).

BrightSoul said...

Lovely imagery. .i could see this scene in my minds eye. A true Fall palate to savor. Stress just peels away as light enters the quiet place in the soul. Thank you for this gift of word beauty!