The Cannas (Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

The tall red cannas as if nude
in the garden do flaunt their beauty
as if they have got a loving attitude
that they want everyone to see

with a pure hearted hue that is deep red
like beautiful enticing ladies of ill repute
much is shown and nothing much is said
in debauchery and their impact is acute,

are bare to the very leaves and strutting high
as plants growing abundantly in their prime,
they do catch and pull each passing eye
do stop people in their tracts time after time

to look at them with an indifferent affection
but as if they do beckon they do draw close inspection.

© Gert Strydom