"hedera" poems
Pilcrow, the Blind P,
once said,
"Allow me, ma'am/sir,
for it looks like
you could use a break.
Besides, Hedera is hard
and annoying, so full of herself,
and up to her neck in ivy."
That was a Snark.
But who could tell?
Simply forgot to point it out.
Guess it's better to
leave things unsaid.
In the end
there's only enough
room for the Asterism.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 8:53 PM UTC
Hedera
I like Ivy when it's very small
Growing on the garden wall
Under control in the right place
Covering up a barren space
Walking in our beautiful dene
Or down beside the brook
I suddenly became aware
Of alien growth arboreal look
Trees that once looked beautiful
Are all changed beyond repair
From root right up to canopy
A green devil hanging there
The hedera's climbing everywhere
Growing all year round
Covering beautiful foliage
Its ugliness so profound
Obscuring silver birch and native yew
Not a parasite they say
It does not damage our trees
But it certainly looks that way
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 5:31 AM UTC