Having ignored taking any photos of all these common white flowers, one had to suddenly appear, larger than most, brightening up the view by our house and building site.
These wild white folk are abundant on the Finca late July and August. Some amazing red striped bugs also find some of them very attractive! Possibly the sap or are they laying eggs in the dried up flower head ?
Who are these common folk found all over Europe? And recently seen in the North of England. Well, we love their cultivated cousins and chop, chew and boil their orange roots. How did the wild one help us create the very edible one?
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
Mid May, seed pod, ripening and hopefully fully fertilised by an amazing range of insects that have loved being inside this peony!Part of peony forest in full bloom – April to MayEarly MayPollination, fully open to the sun and all insects!The first Peony bloom in Navasola East, by an old chestnut, attracting insects. April.Wild peony forest – Early March.Peony Plot in Kew gardens. 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.
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