My Bradford Pear

Every year
My
Bradford pear
Sheds her
Stinky
Virgin-
White
Canopy
On the corner
Of Elm
And Osage,
Doucheing
herself
green,
Prepping
For
Summer’s
Long
Sultry
Lust-filled
nights
Of rollicking
Wind
And summer
Breeze.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is so freakin' original! I'm stunned at the way you weave this affectionate rant that starts out a little grouchy & then grows more & more intensely voluptuous. The details you include feel like secret signposts that can only be seen by the narrator, some nearby corner, plus I love the highly sensual rollicking toward the end, reminding of some tree where magic touched our own lives (((HUGS))) Fondly Margie

[Maxwell Ryder]

So cool 😎 when people get our stuff. I’m glad you liked it. Means a lot on the originality part, too. Cheers as always, Barleygirl

[Papaya]

it sort of makes me think of how we come out of a long winter in which we become bored and snippy and then feeling the spring and friskiness it brings.

[Great Aunt Astri]

I think this poem has lots of significant meaning. I am not sure what the references refer to, but I am sure they have deep significance. But, simply reading it, is a pleasure ... it rolls off the tongue beautifully!

[Maxwell Ryder]

Aunt Astri, yes. I grew up with this tree. As she grew to adulthood. At first, I didn’t think much of her as a sapling. Then I saw her white nightgown, undergo menarche, and prepare for each summer like tryst almost. Some of them have been sweet. Some have been raucous. Some abusive, and she lost limbs.