By the Brittle Brown Fence
By the brittle brown fence,
bright, arresting the eye,
an explosion of pink,
pure pink!
Low, silent, intense, incessant,
a pillow of raspberry colour,
triumphant trumpet
of early summer:
my azalea
in May!
Christina Egan © 2006
The shape of the poem emulates the content…
and in this display, it is also true for the colour!
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