ah the language of passion flowers!
– missionaries favour figurative embodiment
a saviour’s suffering compacted into parable
for pagan eyes with foreign tongues
parting the erotic of exotic Passiflora caerulea
there the Roman’s lance, here a stigmata
an ovary secluded as holy grail
how true! but one more readily located
than a search by knight crusaders
and the crown of thorns of course is everywhere
yet even Darwin must have wondered
if a God’s enthusiasm for conundrums
was not manifested in such a creation

through the cerulean vines I hear a sonata in F minor
by a tempestuous composer with an ear for pathos
the budding artist – but how everything withers in the bud*
– with imaginary pencil traces trigeminal leaves
hung with tiny goblets to catch the bluest paint drips
and fills fruit cups with an intense golden tang
more prosaic is the gardener’s enthusiasm
considers a rampant showy climber until cutting a tendril
sees from the singularity of a stem vase
an armatured rhapsody  in blue

© Laura Granby

*Gudrun’s quote from Women in Love – D. H. Lawrence

©Image @ ABSA

A  botanical Tale Weaver Prompt: Passiflora cerulae