Scrutiny of Sedge

A watercolour of the thistle. It is a widely distributed herbaceous plant of the daisy family, typically having a prickly stem and leaves and rounded heads of purple flowers. On this occasiom though

Painting, "Thistles" by Ann Blockley

Watercolour, I would imagine without stir,
A more frequent dangling of the situation
Unkempt is yet a somewhat doubt, a blur;
It would oscillate enough to find mutation.

Poetic licence this, to prepare this morph
Belligerently accepts what is - what’s not,
As tuft, the feathered frill, this tiny dwarf
Grew from bright, did plain to see.., allot.

Merely hillside as one enjoys, to replicate;
The trees, are thistles these, whose magic,
Assures us to what charade it will connate.
Natures zest to implode upon what’s tragic.

The vulgar realm of in between, a patience,
TIME so tells us, “let’s be jolly”, the light
It's to see below, an excellent acquaintance,
Nonsense, something wrong about it right!

It seems flattery is sensed but one’s denial
This would be stage of rigid in between, it’s
Swelter roots divulge from mind, the phial -
It spills, the artist’s yearn to find those bits.

The clearness of the thistle, now it seems,
To implement what's movement at the edge,
A somewhat driven hardiness like streams,
Lead knowingly to darkness, seen as sedge.