— the wisteria vine over an old fence like a weight-lifter’s bicep
— young mulberries ready to swell and blacken like a punch in the eye
— beaches as clean as a young girl’s calf
— cylindrical waves as empty as a cupboard
— the horizon like an inverted teacup
— 4 cranes on a building site tuned like harps
— noise like a fist to the nose
— diesel fumes thick as frying onions
— a frangipani blossom like an egg custard
— a gymea lily like a penis on the first night: red unruly and swollen with intent
— clover flowers like tea-cozies
— the mosquito merciless as a line of verbs
— clouds building up like hypoglycaemia
— and finally, the sun behind a palm like an Aztec bird resplendent each feather.
Image: Doryanthes excelsa (Gymea lily) by Ferdinand Bauer (1760–1826) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Brendan at Toads asks us to write on resistance; resist our normal poetic voice, ‘struggle with it, go down with it, come back with what saves you’. Also posted on dverse – open link night #228. A gymea lily is a flowering plant endemic to coastal areas near Sydney. It has sword-like leaves more than 1 metre (3 ft) long and it grows a flower spike up to 6 metres (20 ft) high. The apex of the spike bears a large cluster of bright red flowers, each 10 centimetres (4 in) across.
Revised in celebration of the year turning and the new season almost.