It’s waist high in the back garden
Full of pink bell like flowers
And the bees can’t keep away
Beautiful greens with huge leaves
It’s almost ready for the chop
But the bees are so drawn
In this hot sun
I’m leaving it alone
For a while.
Once cut it will hang for a day
Then soak in a big old bucket of water.
It froths and stinks to high heaven
And turns to black gold.
Watered down around twenty to one
It goes to feed the plants and microbes
It grew up with
The other plants thrive on it
Like us poets on poem hunter,
Feeding our roots from around the world
On the good will of poets
We love and admire.
Surprising what you can find to say,
About a little ‘ole comfrey plant.
A superb wound healing herb, being a tomboy I grew up with Comfrey, so this takes me back...Loved the flowers, cooling when stung by bees too - thanks for bringing this to mind.... it deserves a poem written by You...
A dynamic accumulator Comfrey Grass is much loved for its peculiarities of feeding the other plants in a way that it send its roots deep in the ground that absorb the nutrients and store them in leaves......This make it named as a wonder or healing herb creating usages for the neighbouring plants.....The poem about this particular grass can even be conceived as a strong human nature the several people adapt in with shock absorbing qualities and a gesture of comforting the surroundings.......a very well lit poem natural beauty..........
Very nice imagery and it was enlightening. I had never heard of this Comfrey grass. Happy gardening and thanks for a well written poem.
Words are the painter of life Wojja.Fantastic writes indeed.The grass is greener as always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Like us poets on poem hunter, Feeding our roots from around the world On the good will of writers We love and admire' that was all very refreshing..you know a popular advetisement says 'refreshment every zip of the way'..yet there is a part where you describe about some thing stink...yet it all turn to gold rite? that s cool, i mean black gold, that must be very valuable.. I mean all beverages are made with all sorts of things, yet we drink them as if they are heaven's drink anyway toast to every one in the site cheers! ! ! your poetic imagination and skill is great 10+++.