Cornflowers and maize

Eh, nothing really.

 

Pretty cornflower; you’ve been tried for treason,

pretty bachelors button.

Against skies you reach, compose, riposte basket flower

where are your fruits to feed the milling crows,

the hungry minions, cows?

Your nothing of the feathery silk and ear my dear.

Oh but for tired eyes and liberalism laid thick,

lay it down over meadow,

over orchard over stream, spoil the Kharif crops.

old-fashioned blue-bottle, I can’t see your tendrils

oh, but I know they sting.

Reviews

[Nan]

I don't know what a corn flower is but I can make out the message here.
The cornflower took over the garden, the space and now nothing that
grew naturally can survive.

And the mention of liberalism is the only clue I get from the whole
write, interesting write, Di. The point is, if I understand, is that
the maize will sustain us and it's being choked out.