Indigenous

by Lise Day

Flaunting scarlet petticoats
brash on street corners
hanging from pub window-boxes
soliciting the passing eye
bastard geraniums
shocking
their pelargonium forebears

Haughty blue-blooded
fostering ties with royalty
gold medal winner
denying their origins
on the shaded banks
of the turbulent Renoster Rivier
the rampant agapanthus

I want to acknowledge
the discrete self of me
cast off my hybrid petals
recognise my ancestral genes
sprout errant branches
free from the topiary
true to my wild roots.

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