27 September 2013
Another
poem from the ‘Planting the Seed’ writing
sessions held in the Darwin botanic gardens, with thanks to Helen Hansen. Helen
was one of four writers who were artists in residence for the Northern
Territory Wildlife Park in 2013. http://www.territorywildlifepark.com.au/artist_inpark/index.shtml
Read
more of her poems in ‘Wild Words’ —
an anthology produced as a result of the wildlife park residency.
Woman and Boab
What
happens when a woman walks up a Boab,
touches
it with the palm of her hand,
turns
her head
and
presses her ear to its grotesque trunk?
What
happens when she stands back just a little
to
look above;
seeing
a sporadic splatter of compound leaves
dotting
strange spastic limbs?
With
no sign of flower or fruit yet
her
shadow shades a measure of its mighty shaft
as
inspiration rises like the sun behind them both.
What
happens to her?
Does
she feel something welling inside,
that
gives truth to this moment?
Does
she write poetic words
that
no-one else has said or thought?
Does
she think of its Latin name:
Adansonia
gregor -
or
wonder for whom it’s so-called?
Does
she wonder its age?
That
the sap mixed with water quenches the thirst,
that
its fibrous wood makes good twine and nets?
Does
she ponder the upside-down legend?
Does
she ponder a prison?
Helen
Hansen©2013
I like to think Boab is named after Bob, just because Bob is someone I'd sometimes rather be.
ReplyDeleteNice poem. :-)
Boab is a botanical wonder!
ReplyDeleteIt engaged me and I read the poem five times!
The poem reminds me Emile Dickinson's famous line, "it makes my body so cold no fire ever can warm me."
Cheers!
Jaydeep Sarangi
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