Dverse poets have suggested a prompt based on ecopoetry. Do check out this inspirational poetry group at Dverse . The poetry bar is open and serving up so many different ideas most of the week. Ecopoetry seems to be a different term being introduced by groups such as Green Spirit and Resurgence. Alice Oswald is also mentioned and I find her a fascinating poet who has such an observant style that also brings out deep emotions. I’m not sure I want my own writing to be put into a category and I had never come across this term before but I certainly seem to be focused on my own and others relationship with the natural world at this point in time.
Trevor organised a nature course here some years ago and it was led by the botanist Teresa Farino. This started my inquiry into the plant kingdom. I was also given a mother’s day present of the Alice Oswald anthology, Weeds and Wild Flowers. I loved the Snowdrop one ,’ A pale and pining girl,head bowed, heart gnawed’ ……. ‘ her wildflower sense of wounded gentleness’
I wrote this poem early on in blogging inspired by the wild peonies here at Navasola and in the Sierra Aracena. It is January 2016 now but on our return from our special birthday trip to the Azores within 10 days there have been changes. The invasive mimosa is out in its bright yellow headdress, the almond blossom is delicately feeling for the early bees, and the peonies are beginning to thrust through the cold ground. Some are near paths so I stick sticks around them so we don’t forget and tread on these wild sisters of the many cultivated ones.
A Poem for Peony and all those wild loving sisters
Ms Peony Broterii
Wild genes live dangerously
Not cultivated carefully
Like your gardened sisters.
But your barb is in your poisonous roots,
Anchored, aching deep in chestnut groves,
In the shade of veteran friends, long standing,
Bringing you your strength, uprightness, roots rooted.
Unlike the myriads of visitors ready to be satiated
In your open sensuous bloom.
Bringing a light touch on velvet petal,
A rubbing of stamens, a staining of pollen,
Buzzing bodies beating,
Intoxicated with your nectar.
They stay only for their own satisfaction.
You may have some regrets, a sense of loss
As petals fall and breezes betray your beauty.
But your thrill is in your seed pod,
Ready to ripen, always ready,
To begin again, always hopeful
To survive into another Spring.
Only the danger of the human mind
Can threaten you.
Georgina Wright







Over 30 different types of peonies and now reclassified!
Link to Dverse For the ecopoetry prompt January 2016
With thanks to the poems by
Alice Oswald, Weeds and Wild Flowers ( Faber and Faber ) and to the peonies and photos taken at Navasola among the ancient chestnut trees.
Originally written in 2013 and posted then.
I can really see how we can destroy the natural species by those invading ones… so sad to see those fragrant beauties go… there is always so much more beauty before the roots of others invade.
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I specially admire these verses:
But your thrill is in your seed pod,
Ready to ripen, always ready,
To begin again, always hopeful
To survive into another Spring.
Loving all the flower photos too ~
Thanks for joining us ~
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Yes, she’s one sexy lady!
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This is amazing!! Love love love this 😀
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Thanks Sanaa, and if we get called a flower, maybe we can see beyond the pretty part!
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I love the beautiful and hardy peony and really like your hopeful closing lines. Well captured.
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Thanks and I hope they keep on being hardy! No animals will eat their roots so they stand a better chance than carrots in my veg garden!
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I love that first line, especially. “Wild genes live dangerously” drew me in, big time. Excellent.
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Thanks, I guess it’s not easy to be wild!
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The contrast between the peony’s incredible flower and its poisonous roots make it a “wildly” fascinating plant. Thank you for the lesson in peonies, Georgina, and the wonderful photos, and I love the hopeful ending here. I don’t think we need to give up hope quite yet.
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Thanks, and indeed the plant world is so fascinating and there’s so much to explore.
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How right you are!
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A poem of deep observance and detailed lyrical expression. Very good.
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Intoxicating poem (in the most positive connotation). I really like how you make us see all aspects, the beauty, the poison, the decay (petals fall), the future (seeds).
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Thanks, the poison roots ensure animals avoid eating it! Here there are shrews that eat up the roots in the veg garden. She’s a really wild girl, our Peoni and a survivor!
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Oh! I love the story, and that you dedicated this poem to such an interesting wild girl –Peoni.
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So clever and beautifully written. The phrase, “aching deep” really appealed to me–poison or not. Something sensual about her.
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Oh yes, I wanted her to be very sensual! With all the bees and other pollinators buzzing around her! Thanks for reading and appreciate your comments.
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How beautifully you describe this lovely flower. Thank you for the pictures and I loved the way you ended your poem.
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Thank you, it is good to get feedback and share the beauty of wild things!
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Beautiful poem! 🙂
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As a peony lover, this gave me great satisfaction. I love the line ‘Anchored, aching deep in chestnut groves,’. I spend a lot of the year watching buds swelling and wondering if the shy starters will eventually bloom.
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Thanks, I also hope not to tread on them as they seem to come up on overgrown paths in the woodland!
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beautiful lines…you have made the flower so exquisite with your words…!
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Thank you!
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Wonderful tribute to the lovely peony and its commitment to survival, Your photos documenting the different stages of bloom add more beauty to your words.
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Thanks, I am hoping to build up a nature diary but poems get in the way!
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Instinct of Culture iN Plants
PInk Flowers.. Bees..
and Birds and
human primates..
too.. so far away..
from inNate culture
words take us..
but actions..
and even
photos..
alWays
speak
louder
than
cultural
worlds
of words
E-alone..:)
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I love your words, inNate skill with every line!
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SMiLes.. my
friend.. i Love
yoUr natUre
oF Love
iN aLL
words
you bRinG here
iN Nature poetry..:)
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“But your thrill is in your seed pod,”…ah the song of rebirth is heard…beautiful…
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Thanks it is all about fertility!
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Hi Georgina! This poem is lovely. I can really identify with this personification of the peony with her “always readiness…” her resilience. I do hope you will consider submitting to Moon Shadow Sanctuary Press for publication either on formidableWoman or in the forthcoming anthology I’m curating, poems for peace or both. Here’s the link to submit: https://moonshadowsanctuarypress.submittable.com/submit
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Thanks so much, I would love to and the peonies are about to blossom soon too in our woodland! I will look into it when back in Spain in the next few days.
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