The Flowering Quince

For day 4 in NanooNanoo for Brendan’s Challenge at Real Toads.

copyright kanzensakura

The Flowering Quince
I am the flowering quince in my yard
Lovingly cut in an Englishman’s yard
and nurtured through the long trip
aboard a ship and then planted in Carolina soil.
Putting out roots and shoots and shared
among close friends to plant in their yards.
Moved about from place to place
still holding on to my roots
I am the flowering quince in my yard
Surviving through drought and snow
sheltering birds and small animals
drinking deeply of the wild submerged springs
and always looking up at the greyblueblack sky
Standing still in storms and sun
I am the flowering quince in my yard
dreaming beneath cold winter stars
watching them whirl in their majestic progress
praying to them and singing a silent song
that no one listens to
I am the flowering quince in my yard
displaying tiny red buds
hidden among the branches
Full of rose pink flowers
Full of spikey bitey thorns
Never bearing any fruit
Faithful in my cycles of bloom
and deep green leaves
I am the flowering quince in my yard

copyright kanzensakura

13 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sherry Marr
    Apr 04, 2018 @ 13:18:14

    I love this comparison of self to the hardy bush, which seems to have travelled often and survived much. I love the way you wove some internal rhyme into the lines, which makes it flow wonderfully. A gorgeous write, Toni.

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  2. Victoria C. Slotto
    Apr 04, 2018 @ 14:18:25

    I so like “I am ” poems. So metaphoric.

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  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Apr 04, 2018 @ 15:34:14

    There is so much strength in that flowering brush… such wonder of the flowering branch and the roots of its origin.

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  4. ellecee
    Apr 04, 2018 @ 17:15:03

    What a lovely metaphor, for your life. The strength, the beauty, the sharing of roots, it’s all there,, 🙂

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  5. ladynyo
    Apr 04, 2018 @ 17:50:17

    Beautiful, Toni. Both poem and photos. I’ve never had a quince and have always wanted one. You sing up one for me.

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  6. Rosemary Nissen-Wade
    Apr 04, 2018 @ 18:28:01

    This is incredibly beautiful, and seems to me to utter deep truths.

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  7. kim881
    Apr 05, 2018 @ 03:55:40

    A gorgeous metaphor for you, Toni! I love the repetition, the detail and the fact that you chose a quince – I have one too but it is old and weak, late flowering with sparse blossom – a little like me! 🙂

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  8. Kerry
    Apr 05, 2018 @ 04:51:37

    Full of rose pink flowers
    Full of spikey bitey thorns
    Never bearing any fruit

    Such an interesting choice of metaphor – a poetry that flowers but bears no fruit.. for myself, I can relate to the spiky bits.

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  9. sanaarizvi
    Apr 05, 2018 @ 07:34:04

    Love this especially; “I am the flowering quince in my yard dreaming beneath cold winter stars.”💞

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  10. hedgewitch
    Apr 05, 2018 @ 08:44:28

    The repetition here gives this a chant-like feel–and the metaphor concludes superbly in the final lines..I’m fond of the flowering quince because it is never lush, even when it opens its small but perfect blooms, but always there, true to its transplanted roots.

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  11. coalblack
    Apr 05, 2018 @ 12:49:02

    Yes you are, aren’t you?

    Reply

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