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Flowers react to Spring

  • 08 September 2015

Even Solomon in All His Glory Brilliantly bleached sunlets    those big daisies bulge on their bush   the lurid cyclamens are crouched in squeals of shocking pink   pigface and campanula contribute their costume jewellery   but raggedy scarlet geraniums have been out all winter   and don't give a stuff, in their simple way aping these worn bricks and bluestone:   they are in, you might say for the long unblushing haul.   Would it were possible that we could all just keep on   blooming here like they might long well be.   Ha! This is mere lament   but I have seized at least the coarse-barked, fruiting tree of life   and shaken the living daylights out of its crown.   – Chris Wallace-Crabbe   We Bonfire Babies   burn inexplicably bright (for our age). Psychedelic relics, mashed upwords plopswer words dint done dance once beneath birdcall. Authority was once the kernel of riot.   He looked up glucuphage & was redirected to a site on how to seduce women & that has to be difficult because 'seduce' isn't even a word nowadays.   omg honey butter grevilias. Crazy splendour & the Doors, every welcome mat those hands the raw potencies of option though we just wipe our feet                blind            deaf Our fingers taught us nothing.   Heroes are the surgeons they take our feet, we thereby lighten up. From trudge to float, evolve like saxophones.   Seniors' financial planning jazzercise & computer skills. Poor bloody Clarissa is back on the tills – Aldi Richmond. There's oil everywhere we're rich, then reckless, then wrecked, exploded living up the gritty ditty badge -  boomer.   – Les Wicks

Chris Wallace-Crabbe is an Australian poet and emeritus professor in the Australian Centre, University of Melbourne.





Les Wicks has been published across 19 countries in ten languages. His 11th book of poetry is Sea of Heartbeak (Unexpected Resilience).





Cyclamens image by Shutterstock.