- August 17, 2020
- Posted by: dreamingcode
- Category: Poetry
“Hydrangeas,” first published in Before There Was Before (Iris Press, 2017)
Poem written by Wendy Drexler, used with permission from the author
Pour themselves over the fence
like buckets of sun-blazed cream.
I brush a fleshy petal, wondering how
the branches can bear them, the way the blossoms
thrust aside the leaves in their impatience to descend,
all bustle and pomp like the girls
who snubbed me in high school.
Yet when the light drains into dusk,
the blossoms ease into a watery-blue
tenderness, willing to slur boundaries,
blend into branch, blend into bush.
Becoming devotion. And look,
already they are wilting a little—they will keep on
wilting, there will be no stopping them.
More gently now than before,
I brush two petals
with the tips of my fingers to lend courage
as they tuck themselves back in—
they, too, not yet entirely lost in the darkness.