Looking for Flowers
I went looking for flowers to Giverney,
we travelled paralle to long fields of yellow rape
(Brassica Napus), that stretch to a horizon bordered
with meadows and mighty trees
and land that greens out as far as the sky.
Branches of an early summer Musk Rose (Rosa moschata),
bush ramble the hot stone walls and carry
the scent of summer. Pink and white blooms
tangle with the lilac flush of Wisteria’s (Wisteria)
pendulous racemes. We enter the garden and see
that bridge traversing the water, those as yet unopened
Waterlilies (Nymphaeaceae) spangle the surface.
Bed after bed of blooms nearby, a palette of tulips
(Tulipa) mingle with the lapis blue of Irises
(Iridaceae), pushing the boundaries
with narrow paths in between.
Monet’s garden pictured and painted
so many times that it looks familiar to our eyes,
a mix of pigment that we recognise.
Later the bees will come buzzing and busy
among the open flowers, their legs will be bushy
with pollen, as they fly back to the hive to perform
their own dream of transubstantation.
They see the world with compound eyes.
Jean O’Brien
Audition
She learns in stages that she is his type
cast as lover, partner maybe.
He woos her with square meals, little
songs and the hint of deft effleurage.
Her voice is just right: good tone quality
dark and low, like the hair.
Features fine and strong
eyes bright, soul old.
Hands long and elegant;
fingers busy
writing
their own scripts.
Maeve O’Sullivan
Chrysanthemum
Reluctant brass
the year’s first opening up
of glass
panes folding out
into sun.
Place a vase
on sill, fresh painted,
petals white
pink, lilac,
fan against light
and the blue
of a perfect June.
Peter Salisbury