Hydrangea Blue by Laura Brinson

I remember them well
those great balls of blue
in the shady corner 
down the side of the house

Mum watered them with a secret

recipe she mixed up in the shed

it made them that special hue

in neighbours’ gardens all were pink


with my siblings I played tea parties

with the fresh bright leaves

as big as dinner plates

on spongy grass in a circle with our dolls 


I pose beside the massive mopheads

in the dress with sprigs of wild flowers

hydrangea blue collar

daisy lace trim


in my palm I can still feel

the silky touch of sun-limp petals

captured in black and white

no one will ever know

the magnificence of those blooms of blue


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Laura Brinson is a Melbourne-based writer. She is also a seamstress and a gardener and was reading regularly at open mic events when that was a thing! In lockdown she is very happy that her workroom looks out on greenery and catches the morning sun. Her poetry and prose has been published in Australian and International journals of poetry.


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