Poetry Month, day 12
She is harvesting from her garden
rosella fruits – red, like the birds,
though without their patches of blue –
for syrup, sauce and jam. “Good
for the immune system,” she says,
“and healthy bones. Nature
gives us everything we need.”
Rosella (the bird) is my totem,
I was told by a knowing woman
long ago. Up on Pinnacle Road
years past, they crammed the trees,
flashes of moving crimson. Lately
I'm seeing them everywhere again,
but now they appear in pictures.
A message for my inner knowing
from the bounteous Universe?
“Pay attention! Here's something
good for you!” And my friend is cooking
rosella fruits, that guard against
winter coughs. We arrange
At "imaginary garden with real toads" we were invited to be inspired by Costa Rica Photos. A photo of some fiery macaws reminded me of our Australian rosellas. This photo of a rosella is free via Creative Commons CCo. The top photo is © Tan Summerell 2018, from her facebook post, which also inspired this poem.