Botswana: Molepole

Morwenna

Plants become weeds when they obstruct our plans (Richard Mabey).

 

Our path takes us

Through grey thorn scrub;

A shock of yellow butterflies,

Red ant-hills, shoulder-high.

                                   

Bathed in African light

We inhale the scents and

Recover the senses of childhood

In a landscape of the heart.

                                   

This wide country has space;

The thorn bushes are free to thrive

For now.

  • Author: Morwenna (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 23rd, 2022 16:27
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  • L. B. Mek

    (there are no weeds, in nature
    just verdure, waiting
    for its understanding partner..)
    'The thorn bushes are free to thrive'
    all beauty needs protection
    for it attracts, too much attention..
    'for now'
    indeed!
    (thank you! dear poet
    this was such a lovely read)

  • Morwenna

    Thank you for your understanding. It was a beautiful walk among 'weeds'.

  • Morwenna

    I've never been to Madaascar, sadly. I'd love to have been.



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