A Flower To Auroville Mother-44 Poem by Indira Renganathan

A Flower To Auroville Mother-44



Hydrangea(Mophead hydrangea,
Hydrangea macrophylla)

Mop like they opine
So is called Mophead
Mopping what so fine
The space around?
The dirt grime, brine
From the ground?

O'bunchy bunchy
Bright Hydrangea
Spreading shrubby
A pink-blue arena
Huge in balls peachy
Doubtless a ballerina

And dark and green
Leaves serrated
Corroded to mean
Salty tears mopped
Your face pristine
When once watched

Mop like they opine
So is called Mophead

Sunday, December 19, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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