Darling Buds- Flag Iris

This is a poem about irises

I promise

The first bird bath was tipped over by a large blue jay

Drunk on mountain ash berries

The juncos screamed for days

Until we put in large rocks

To make it stable

So that they could clean their armpits

Birdbath version two started leaching its paint coating

Into the water

From the vigorous intellectual

Bottom rubbing of the imported sparrows

Also, there were cats

In the fenced garden

In the quiet reflective space

Bird bath three

Plasticized granite

With actual granite for stability

Bloomed amongst the irises

Beautiful, austere

And ignored

In favour of a plastic

Wading pool

IMG_1352Flag Iris- Wisdom, To learn from what has come

The greatest gifts and ideas can be defeated by small plastic wading pools. Every May, I do a series of poems based on Victorian flower meanings. Welcome to the Darling Buds.

For more hard won wisdom, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.

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