Dandelion Seeds.
Do you ever wonder where those little seeds go, and how do they 'know' what to do once they get there?
May has been a super month for dandelions. Lots of councils, gardeners (including me) and just people in general are realising how important the bright yellow wildflower is for emerging queen bees and other insects. Wildlife charities are encouraging 'No mow May', and asking people to leave their grass, and see what wildflowers come through. When I do cut my grass, I now mow around the dandelions, and I certainly never use any nasty poisons on 'weeds'. Any I don't want, say on the driveway, I just pull up by hand.
I read somewhere that once people planted dandelions instead of lawns, and they were used in medicines, drinks, eaten as food, and taken for their high vitamin content. You can eat every part of a dandelion, apparently, but I confess, I have yet to try that.
My daughter just loves to pick the seeded heads, and blow or wave them, watching the seeds spread in the wind. They look like little fairies to me. I often wonder where the seeds end up, and how many of them are actually successful and end up growing into adult plants. And how do the little seeds 'know' what to do?
I wrote this poem, inspired by the flight of the seeds.
Dandelion Seeds
A perfect halo.
A fragile structure
With every seed kept in
Individual holding slots.
Proud pom poms
Decorate rough ground,
Overgrown gardens,
Cracked pavements.
A million chances to start again
Far away.
Carried like little fairies in the breeze
On a feathery parachute,
Transporting instinct and purpose.
It's caught on rough soil,
Someone's lawn,
A driveway,
A dry stone wall.
The little dagger seed
Shuffles and moves
Until it's embedded.
Secrets are whispered from the parent plant,
Giving instructions
And encouraging pale new tendrils
To explore the darkness.
About the Creator
Deborah Robinson
I'm new to the 'writing for real' scene. Previously, I've kept my poetry and writing under wraps in a fancy notebook, but now I've decided to give it a proper go!
I hope you enjoy my work.
Thanks, Deborah.
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