Hortensia Suite - Raffia

The Hydrangea, a long flowering shrub, with flowers like the Birth of Venus. I have initiated before the curtains open, then flowering begins, and my poem as a story saunters on.

In the hoist, “what choice would we disclose,

Florets, who are yet to be seen, bearing down,

Before we take to the stage, chlorophyll gown

Has gathered back its bold but beautiful pose.

 

Curtains one considers best are nature’s green,

The bucolic scenes, the end of spring it shows

Unknowingly, the time and place high on toes,

Like summer takes its place, of a beauty queen.

 

An auditorium as I call it is lit with superfluous

Adornment of tiny clusters who like the fractal,

Each to their own, modesty has become tactile

In unison and sway with a deep inner snugness.

 

I suggest the early summer, to initiate openings,

A ‘Swan Lake’, adventure, tinged with blue tips,

They’ll dare not hesitate to wear the beige slips

Like ardent whispers, the birth of Venus brings.

 

It is together they will choose that one if it were

To keep fulfilment with this wonderful intimacy,

Ballerinas, who have instilled a vigorous delicacy

Between themselves and the eye of the beholder.

 

For months on end, the flowering season, it will,

Entertain the audience the green fingered variety

Forever and a day it will extend the social society

Free will, their leaves as a supporting role, until….

Author's Note

A ballet interpreting the early spring and the flowering of the hydrangea.