A tulip in bloom is shaped like many things,
Both sacred and profane - sunlit or moon dark -
A woman`s breast - her vulva - her loving kiss -
A gilded cup emptied of blood red wine -
Two hands cupped together to receive a gift -
A gift of chicks new born - a gift of life and death -
The whole of life expressed in one small bloom
That rarely lasts more than a single week.
All that we are expressed in this small flower -
A single blaze of joy, then all, yes all is lost.
A tulip in a vase is a poor sad thing,
But a garden full of tulips can make a dumb child sing.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
22nd. April 2022.
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