At our front doorstep, we have a tiny flower, much smaller than the
other flowers around it, and yet it is so blue, its blueness shines out
and turns all the other lovely flowers into handmaidens. This flower
is called LITHODORA.
ALL THE BLUE IN THE WORLD
This tiny flower,
Smaller than a baby’s smallest finger,
is so blue,
The wonder is that any blueness
is left in the world,
Drenched and drowned in colour
as this little flower is.
There is passion here,
A deep, unfailing tenderness
In its tiny petalled perfection.
Nothing has been held back,
No scintilla of grace denied
To this small and lovely blossom.
This scrap of beauty,
Its clear blue flame
Shining down the damp and grassy darkness,
Lights the dark path in front of us,
Giving a sudden, startling glimpse
Of a blazing, generous love.
© 2013 GWEN GRANT
The little lithodora has much to say in its quiet beauty! Just lovely!
All hail Lithodora! (“Gift of the stones,” if my Greek serves me?) It’s bluer even than the borage that has overtaken my vegetable garden. Magnificent tribute, Gwen!
I have seen the blue with a yellow centre ones before. But not this one in the photo. This one is lovely and striking colour that it really stands out.
This is so lovely Gwen! The title is wonderful! I love blue!
It’s a particular shade of blue, Sharon, that feels so intense it penetrates you. Glad you liked the poem.
Gwen.
We have another blue flower but with a white centre. Such lovely flowers.
Gwen.
There are so many things that wear beauty lightly! What a world! Glad you liked the poem.
Gwen.
Sounds like another type I have not seen before. Sounds lovely.
I think there’s a whole family of them!
Gwen.
I can imagine that sort of blue Gwen! Nice!
something about this shade of blue that always catches my eye. beautiful photo! Mike
Thank you!
Gwen.