Magnolias Poem by Mark Heathcote

The first magnolias I perceived
I thought… has an alien ship landed?
Is this a Martian? Flower bed.

Even its name Soulangeana
A saucer-shaped magnolia,
I later found was like a mantra.

It, it was completely shocking.
In its pink-white, stocking
Rubbing my eyes sore I gazed
At its luminosity all amazed.

But all in the blink of an eye
All are commonplace once again.
All have a common staid dye
Where nothing really matters again.