Sunday, April 05, 2009



Pink lady’s smock lies ringed
by phallic spikes of butter burr,
as the foxy scent of fritillary,
wild garlic's bearish breath
and the rucks and Fucks
of the rugby sevens carry
on the wind.

Photo of butter burr flower spike
curtesy of Ray Purser at pbase


Blogger Kay said...

I LOVE it! The fusion of the crass with the beautiful - and as always, the direct plain language you use to say something economically and with impact.

12:15 am  
Blogger Jan said...


10:12 am  
Blogger BarbaraS said...

Oh this is so neat! Brilliant. Spring sap rising and just so neat. Damn.

10:14 am  
Blogger apprentice said...

Thank you all. Butter burr always seems so blatant to me, I want to put a thong over it :)

I hoped people would think it was too rude.

One for the collection Holly and I are doing.

11:05 am  
Blogger apprentice said...

that should read "wouldn't"

10:10 am  
Blogger PI said...

Bloody 'ell Anna! I never knew all that was going on.

11:57 am  
Blogger Lucy said...

How wonderful, and I like the bear's breath garlic with the rude words and bearish rugby players - nature isn't dainty either!

The butter burr I though was something fungal...

1:47 pm  
Blogger apprentice said...

anks Lucy -it's one of these plants that flowers before it puts up hits leavs, which were used in the old days to wrap pats of butter in, as they are the nearest we get to gunnera leaves.

7:21 pm  

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