Saturday, May 26, 2018

Were they inconvenient? (Day 493)


Were they inconvenient 
for you   those first violets’ 
     expressive faces peering 
at sun’s sharpening 
edge  a blade of steel 
     custom-made to sear 
          summer’s shuddering grass 

So easy to miss   grass   
when friendly gazes 
     beam from loamy grottoes 
among the newly green-grown 
     blades   prone to being tread upon 

So easy to miss them    singing 
     evanescent spring into being 
          while crackling July droughts 
gloat   thirst   to crush 
all this   ridiculous tenderness
to crush it like a snake 
     beneath a desert sky 
to crush it like an early violet 
     inconvenient as the truth   
          beneath unheeding hurry




(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image: Monkey With Violets (1880s), Gabriel von Max, 
oil on canvas, via WikimediaCommons