Jun 15, 2006 01:30
This was originally titled "Dear Anarchist" and I was going to go...someplace with it...But then I got diverted, and it became what you see here. I didn't mean for the last verse to go in that direction... oh well
On the Cyclamen
It might interest you
to know the flowers
on my kitchen table
are resupinate.
Nearly everyone has a theory
on the meaning of the cyclamen:
Catholics see voluptuousness
in the little pink slip
thrown willy-nilly upwards
while our friend in the diamond business
finds them modest
Others give them for Mother's
Day: for fertility, protection
Lust.
Our Ladies Little Ladles
serve small sips of wisdom
and reveal Ursa Major
wheeling regally around Polaris
waiting for the souls of children
while comforting
those who lie supine
again in pain.
All the "meanings" of the cyclamen can be found on the first page of a google search on cyclamen, symbolism except for the Mother's Day reference, which is mine, as my brothers gave a basket of them to my mother.
poetry by me,
flowers