Bullrush
A stand of cattails, brown heads
erupting seed,
silk tufts unfolding
from coarse velvet. I stopped
and studied them while all my friends walked on
except
for one who lingered, agitated,
and watched me watching, her palms locked on her elbows,
her body bent.
“You can’t write about them,”
she said.
“I saw them first.”
But who am I
to tell this story, who am I
when I remember
stopping in mid-kiss, half our buttons
half-
unbuttoned,
and telling another poet,
“I don’t want to read about this …
Interesting words to accompany this image. I love cattails. You have a nice low vantage point.
You have so many nice poems to go whit your photos! Gives a different way of seeing the image, before and after reading your poems!Great – Thanks!!
I’m being a Saturday night, night owl. Cattails are always so eye catching. Fantastic photo.:-)
absolutely love this image and the poetry just adds the finishing touch to everything you do!! This one was my favorite. Not that I am a big fan of cattails but I love pictures and mostly poets poetry.
unusual composition but very good, i like the silhouettes and the DOF play on these stalks, ELaine.
Nice colours. Nice words, I had to search what cattails are! Know I know! Always opportunity to learn something!
i once heard of a guy who was lost in the bush, living off of fish he caught, but he died, not knowing he could eat the cattails for carbs…. i don’t know if that’s true, since a LOT of people just live on meat now…