Horse chestnuts hold pale torches high
in green spread fingers and old wisteria
writhes around wrought iron
in a blue-teared cascade.
Throughout the city,
elm trees sway, scattering
These lines have been retrieved and re-vamped from a poem called Flowers for an Easter wedding.
It was written some years ago – in Spain, which accounts for the elms, and for why it’s so out of synch with the English flowering season – and I think it was published as a three stanza piece with 15 lines.
Now I find only these three images worth attention, and even here the horse chestnuts are not very original. I suspect it’s a poem that needs to be taken out again and given a good shake to see what can be made of it.
Since the chestnuts are in flower and London is decked with wisteria at the moment, it’s probably a good time to be re-visiting it. (Both the city and the poem.)