A photo and a poem about grass. Somehow it got a bit dark but it’s no metaphor.

En Garde
If I drive my finger onto your thorns,
would I fall asleep,
supine forevermore?
Or would I draw bonded blood in awe?
Nurse my pain in living thrall, paying my
dues to your magnificence.

Possibly the spectacular Lomandra longifolia, but I’m only guessing.

Kind Regards

21 thoughts on “Macro Monday

  1. Rather spectacular photo. You really captured the beauty of that grass. The poem is rather dark, but there is something about it that had me reading it several times.

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