I sing the wildness of weeds and their flowers,
I sing, and my face breaks into smiles,
I sing the dandelions, the toadflax and the buddleia.
I revel in their colourful, scented exuberance;
As they rise up from the paved places,
As they erupt out of brick walls,
As they lean down from the roofs above me.
I sing of the courage, of the resilience of weeds.
I sing the power of the insects that plague us,
I sing, my face screwed up in protest,
I sing the midges, the wasps and the tsetse flies.
I marvel at their otherness from me;
How their bodies lift up on transparent wings,
How they undergo metamorphoses,
How they collectively survive the onslaught of poisons.
I sing of the courage, of the resilience of insects.
I sing our inclusion
In the retreats and advances,
In the intricate dances
Of life’s evolution.
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Ah - loud applause for your tribute to otherness Morwenna - I too sing to the marvels of life all around us and us hardly noticing their daily struggles - - this little gem must go to my list of favourites as a needed reminder and thank you loads for posting your caring.
Thank you. I wrote it after attending a workshop by Polly Atkins where she asked us to list all the things we love and want to save... and then all the things we don't love and want to save. So thought- (and poem-) provoking.
I love this. Especially for the important inclusion of weeds. Weeds teach us so much about life, tenacity for a start and they are always there to celebrate any desertion of interest by mankind.
Yes, I love them too for much the same reason. Thanks for commenting.
Excellent.
I often wonder what our cities would look like if left alone from humans for a period of time. Say at least 100 years. I'd love to see how much nature would reclaim. Closest modern day exemple would be parts of the Chernobyl area.
And parts of Detroit. I was astonished to read the description of it in the book 'Islands of Abandonment'.
Weeds and insects, two of the greatest symbols of endurance and determination. Surely, when all else is gone, only the weeds and insects will remain. You have given them true song. Now excuse me while I go spray my lawn.
It is a constant battle against the weeds and insects, and it seems they are winning. But for sure. they deserve your recognition and you have done it well. Some well woven words. - Phil A.
Thanks for this wonderful comment which made me laugh out loud. And thanks for the wry understanding of what I was trying to say.
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