Monday, 23 July 2018

On coming upon the dead lawns of Kew both in the Garden and the gardens outside Victoria Gate

The grass is dead, long live the grass,
it's more than the sum of its parts,
and though it's burnt it's more than flesh.
It seeds itself deep in the heart.
It's food and flag bearer of faith
and it survives even in death.

I am not a little obsessed with grass and I've always wanted to write one of those poems with a superlong title and teeny tiny body :)  A bit of a heat wave situation going on in the Londinium area.

Stay cool.


  1. Amusing long title (and quite good short poem). Mission accomplished. And my post today whines about a week of extreme heat - even by Texas standards

  2. Hari OM
    You are in London??? How wonderful. Yes, the climate has done a bit of a spin - not so much up here in the Bonny Land (The Hutch has been under cloud, cool and damp since last Wednesday), but even here has had its share of unusual heat.

    It is amazing how grass does cope with such periods. Loved your 'long and short of it' verse!!! YAM xx

  3. Hi Nila - gosh that would have been a hot walk around their grounds ... so much to see there. Did you get into the Rhizotron? - you were talking seeds and grasses and underground life. Love the poem ... and seeds keep bringing us life ... and green grass - it will return ... after 1976 heat = it did. Cheers Hilary

  4. That crispified grass is very familiar to me. And somehow seems wrong to hear of it/see it in Kew Gardens. Rain is a lifegiver.

  5. Amazing how natural forces can "beat up" parts of this planet, but it keeps coming back.

    And I loved the fact that your title was almost longer than the poem.

  6. Love that loooooonnnnnggg title. So Victorian. We're used to crispy, brown grass in Queensland. Summer heat and summer drought work every time. But a few good showers and we have resurrection...

    Happy times in Londinium.

    Denise x