This is from the Garden Book. Coo explains that 'primbs' are small pots, often decorated :>)


Waterbirth

Arriving in our garden room
this morning, with our trusty broom,
we saw a somewhat saddening sight --
a branch had fallen overnight.

'It's just a little branch, FT,'
Coo noted, 'from the Mother Tree.'
Coo gestured at the mighty jade,
within her pleasant greeny glade

of jadelettes, grown from fallen limbs
and flourishing in pots and primbs.
'It is,' FT agreed. 'Now Coo,
let's waterbirth!' Coo cheered: 'Woo-hoo!'

FT took up a small glass jar
and poured in water from afar --
well, four miles south-east -- to the top;
Coo placed the little branch in. Plop!

The garden room's white windowsill
would be the glass jar's home, until
the branch had formed a few fine roots,
then Gardener Bill would put on boots

and go in search of aptest earth
in which to fix the waterbirth;
the month-old plant would gaily grow
within the glade at Coo & Co.




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Written on 2020-01-06 at 22:11

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Thomas D The PoetBay support member heart!
I echo previous praises, especially Kathy's. The poem does dance. It treads the tetrameter lightly and joyfully! (Might we call the note of joy characteristic of Coo & Co?)
2020-01-09


Yayāti
Beautiful. I especially like the light, jovial tone of the poem.
2020-01-07


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
This dances, it so beautiful. :)
2020-01-07


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
A sequence I have witnessed probably hundreds of times (who can say how many jade plants are in this house?), but I've never heard it so gracefully described.
2020-01-07