There, on the veranda,
in the green light,
a breath of wind
rustles the jacaranda;
purple petals flutter
and fall – like bruises
on a dew-drenched lawn.
She rocks to sleep
as the chair sings
its own, sweet elegy
to the passing of time.
Her nightgown flaps
on the line – winged
like a bird in a no-hope bid
to take to the skies.
The breeze bends
the needle-thin stems
of the new-sprung Fritallaria;
white heads bowed,
she bends with them.
Her soft, lilac shawl
slips from her arms –
slow-dances;
wooed by the thrum
of raindrops
on the old, tin roof.
Deep inside,
a malignancy grows –
spreads insidious
branches; blossom
ever-opening – pale
as dogwood and deadly
as the canker
that strangles the rose.
Her necklace glows green
through jade
that becomes her so.

Comments
MistakenMagic | April 30, 2010 - 16:32
This is breath-taking, Tina! That last stanza was indeed a shock but you described something so terrible in such a beautiful fashion. There's a note og melancholia throughout that actually makes this so readable! Well done ;)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | April 30, 2010 - 17:17
Thank you, Magic;-)
I guess, if we look hard enough, and for long, enough there is little that does not possess some kind of beauty...Except for perhaps spiders. Many, of course, would disagree;-)
Have a good, long-weekend.
Tina xxx
kheldar | May 1, 2010 - 14:05
Fantastic stuff Tina, technically superb, vivid imagery and emotion. Well done.
David xx :--)
Silver Spun Sand | May 1, 2010 - 14:07
David - wow! Thanks so very much. Hope you are having a fantastic weekend;-)
Tina XX
Kahdai | May 1, 2010 - 15:17
Although spiders I shudder from! Tina, I bet if you wrote about them you could make even wriggly-legs spiders beautiful! xxx :) They do make nice webs!
Silver Spun Sand | May 1, 2010 - 15:36
Actually, Kahdai, I do have a poem I wrote about a spider. Might post it one of these days.
Thanks for reading and leaving such a sunny comment on a cloudy afternoon;-)
Tina xx
Kahdai | May 1, 2010 - 20:00
:) yes do, might feel better, I chuck them out not squash!
Highhat | May 2, 2010 - 13:49
I'd fall for this one if only for the jacaranda but the rest of the poem is so subtle and so fine. Thank you
xx pia
Silver Spun Sand | May 2, 2010 - 14:14
Highhat - many thanks to you for reading. Shame about the jacaranda though;-)
Tina x
shoe | May 2, 2010 - 16:15
Captivating images and emotion, even the title! :~]
Silver Spun Sand | May 2, 2010 - 17:08
Shirley, thank you so very much;-)
I am pleased you got so much from this and I so appreciate your telling me.
Hope you are enjoying a peaceful long weekend.
Tina x
Highhat | May 2, 2010 - 19:20
The Jacaranda is right there in your poem. I'll keep it there with the image. Beautiful and well deserved with the cherries. Thank you
xx pia
Silver Spun Sand | May 2, 2010 - 20:49
;-)
xx tina
threeleafshamrock | May 2, 2010 - 21:03
Superb from beginning to end. Beautiful - if startling - imagery; wasn't expecting the last stanza, which was a definite wake-up call. Great idea, well executed.
Chris XXX
Silver Spun Sand | May 2, 2010 - 21:15
Thanks, Chris. "Woof,woof!" is all I can say;-)
Seriously though, your words more than appreciated, as always.
Tina XXX
Ros Glancey | May 3, 2010 - 08:11
Lovely and shocking. Last week the blackthorn blossom was white and wonderful; today, it is brown. But there will be fruit to follow.
Cavalcaderl | May 3, 2010 - 08:30
New Silver-Spun-Sand
Well earn't cherry!
Lost my comment to you,submit button.
Well done onthis this sad,beautiful entwining
poem,Full of nature and beauty.The last stanza.
Done to perfection,and the last stanza,explains so much.I know .The Lilac shawl.Flowers,and names all spell bounding,beauty.images.May take camera out,try
and find something like your poem.I think Jacaranda
neighbour gave us,2 years ago!Suddenly produced pink
flower as watered it,not for a while.or Camilia.Would
it be,taken photo, give to her.Leaves all yellow,spurt of green.In a big pot grown tall,never flowered.? Till last week.The last three months.and
April hectic time!
Have good week-end.
There back ok.now.
julie x
Silver Spun Sand | May 3, 2010 - 10:22
Ros - your words are a poem in themselves, and I thank you for them.
There certainly will be fruit to follow.
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | May 3, 2010 - 10:24
Hello there, Julie;-)
Glad you enjoyed...and yes, Camelia's can be a bit tricky. We have two in our garden - bright pink, but they are tender and need a sheltered spot...a bit like us, really;-)
Hope you too are enjoying the bank-holiday.
Tina xx
Beeme | May 4, 2010 - 15:44
I echo the above comments I can only add how much I enjoyed this poem and the stunning imagery which you used.
I love this stanza;
Her nightgown flaps
on the line – winged
like a bird in a no-hope bid
to take to the skies.
Well done on the cherry, richly deserved. :)
Beeme xx
Silver Spun Sand | May 4, 2010 - 17:17
Thank you, so very much, Beeme. Glad you enjoyed;-)
Tina xx