In the beginning

In the plush darkness
There is no-one to see
The flowering-forth of planets
In bristling blue scabious
And purple lobelia;
The rings beginning to hum
Round a restless sphere.

Earth, leafed like a cabbage,
Held in place by winking pins,
Froths with euphorbia, a wave of still surf;
A held breath.

A comet flings a bouquet trail of roses, sparking into space,
And a steel ball hangs, caught in a frame,
Ready, like a marble,
To drop.


Elaine Ewart, Fenland Poet Laureate

For the Wisbech Rose Fair, July 2012

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