Hibiscus In A Hurry
The hasty Hibiscus has burst into flower.
A glamorous beauty that seems a bit rude.
Its bloom only lasts about twenty four hours
before it will wilt to a shrivelling prude.
Its pistil’s so long, like it’s poked out its tongue
to grab the attention of passers-by.
The tip has a group of five stigmas it’s hung
to catch any pollen before it will die.
Along the pink sides of its long pistil style
the anthers hold pollen that’s yellow and bright.
Like sparks flying off from a Catherine-wheel
or sparkler lit on a dusky night.
With silky-soft petals in reds, white or gold
they need to attract pollinators for hire.
Impatient, imposing. They’re terribly bold.
Like flowery dragons all breathing fire.
by Celia Berrell
(a fancy-dress pollen party)
Near my home, a snowdrift of bright yellow petals rain from boughs cascading gold onto the roadside. Hibiscus flowers poke out their tongues as I walk by. And native bees pollinate dainty flowers in what must be called “a humming-bee tree”. This is Cairns – tropical suburbia in spring!