Tuesday, July 17, 2012

My Indigo by Li-Young Lee

Angel Trumpet flower - Artist Unknown


My Indigo

It's late. I've come
to find the flower which blossoms
like a saint dying upside down.
The rose won't do, nor the iris.
I've come to find the moody one, the shy one,
downcast, grave, and isolated.
Now, blackness gathers in the grass,
and I am on my hands and knees.
What is its name?

Little sister, my indigo,
my secret, vaginal and sweet,
you unfurl yourself shamelessly
toward the ground. You burn. You live
a while in two worlds
at once.
Li-Young Lee

I planted a Sacred Datura Moonflower last year from a tiny seed.  It grew into a large bush with woody branches and fragrant white bell-like flowers that hung under the leaves, upside down.  I could not believe I had grown this amazing being.  This year I found two more flowers of this variety...one is pale pink and the other is pale yellow.  I planted the seeds.  The plants are now over five feet tall with leaves larger than my hands.  One of them has what looks like string beans hanging under the leaves.  I await the first opening of the first flowers each night.  Did I not tell you they only bloom at night?  They are night creatures, like the moon...shy and unassuming.  How is it that these amazing creatures appear from such tiny seeds?  It is a mystery.  I do not want to know the whys of it or the hows.  I watch the night butterflies (moths) drink from my flowers.   They know the mystery but are not talking.
"Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you." ~Edward Payson Rod


Ben Ditty said...

The poems you share. The insights into the world of your garden. Always so happy to see a new post :)

BamaTrav said...

You had me at vaginal. xo

Marion said...

Thanks, Ben. :-) xo

Trav, you're a trip. ;-) xo

Serena said...

Beautiful poem, and Angel Trumpet flower. I remember what wonderful success you've always had with your Moonflowers. Remember the packet of Moonflower seeds you sent me some years ago? Alas, they fell victim to the dreaded black thumb. I just do not have the knack.:)

Wine and Words said...

Heh heh...they are not talking :) Amazing flowers. But when you think about it, you, dear Marion, came from a seed even smaller and more delicate. And look at the fabulously faceted creature that you are! You bloom in the moonlight, you beam in the sunlight, and you devour the world by incandescent light. I love you!

Still Growing said...

I have come to find the moody one... LOVE THAT LINE!
Beautiful writing... thankyou for this.