Thursday, May 17, 2007

Certainly an Angel

This is what I have been trying to post, failing to achieve that until Marie, also known as Angel9991, unlocked the procedure. For those who don't know the Chinese Toon, the earlier posts, together with the following poem, will reveal all.

I just wanted to share with readers, my fascination with its seasonal cycle.

Chinese Toon


Masquerading as
A gorgon’s head!
Startled serpents,
Stretching for the sky!



Blood red snake tongues
Tasting the air.
Timidly venturing
Into weak spring daylight.

Extending into
Bright pink tendrils
And beyond
Blushing in the broadening spring;
Putty in the alchemist’s hands,
Paling from rose madder.

The tendrils mature;
A sniff of summer;
A celebration of grass green
Overcomes the faded taupe
And flutters in full multi-leafed


Fronds in the summer sun
Flirting with the fickle eddies;
Pan’s pipes playing
To vanity.
Blinds the eye
To the devastation of the rays
Upon the verdure;
The creeping stain of fawn
Upon the fading flush of youth
Heralds the wily closing
Of the Fall.


The fronds are shed;
The deceit revealed
For all to see.
Serpents no more!
Those lying limbs
So recently encased
In petticoats of rose and green,
Stand naked,
To defy the world
Of winter’s herald,
And thrusts their scornful phalli
To the sky.

FRH. 2004

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

The Chinese Toon

Is it a tree? It doesn't have a central trunk, but grows rather like bamboo, sending up new stems from its earth bound suckers. So it matures as a clump, slowly spreading year by year, unless controlled by removing the new stems as they emerge. In winter, it appears as a stand of barren, upright rods. With the first hints of spring, however, the new growth appears as deep crimson frills that become fernlike as they grow, but pale constantly so that, by the arrival of summer they merge, from the crimson to pink to beige, and finally to green, a constant changing of hue. . It is this spectacular display that fascinates Toon lovers, a seasonal, riotous cycle of colour. My earlier post shows it in mid-summer, in full green.
Our stood outside our bedroom, finally urging me to set it in a piece of verse that can never do justice to its beauty.