Poetry: August 2006 Archives

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sunflower in bloom
Clotted, it’s sold in sacks
packed solid as the dark rye-bread
they eat in ‘Eastern Bloc’ countries,
or black pudding made of dried blood.

We scrabble at it – two thieves
with a swag-bag – attempting
to break it up, tip it into the barrel
we’ve chosen to be our seed-bed,

we greedy marauders.
Suddenly it crumbles into caviar-dark,
gratuitous abundance. Work done,
we stand back, wait for the reward ...

Which unravels, endless
as the Fibonacci sequence
played out in a peal of bells,
in a polyphony of petals.

Lucy Lewis 7 August 2006

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