A Sky-Blue Meditation
What an inspired name for an invader,
Brought into our gardens by invitation.
Out of Africa, indeed...
One thousand blue spheres atop fleshy leaves
that bleed when cut,
and vast roots - spiders - clinging stubbornly to the hillside.
Love and hate - the stuff of poetry,
A metaphor of life,
A sky-blue meditation as I cut off the stalks
before their seeds can set.
Next year they will flower again
and I will cut off their heads once more,
Against the tide
By Inge Meldgaard