Falling rain drops
Relentlessly wetting the flat
Path beneath my feet

See them hanging
Delicate flowers display’d
For our full enjoyment

Beauty short liv’d
Dandelions with seeds
Life is so very fragile

Staring constantly
Carv’d in hard grey stone
His or her outlook is grim

The double-head-ed eagle
With two heads and one body
Is a great symbol
Picture taken in Golders Green, North London

It stands on a fountain
A painting behind
Only a simple heron

An old Mercedes
Parked in a silent street
Will be going nowhere

Face to face they sit
Waiting safely in lockdown
For healthy release

The shadow on the wall
Produced by evening sun
Portends day’s end

A bunch of flowers
Brings endless happiness
And plenty of good cheer
Back in the early 1990s when I was practising as a dentist in Kent and owned a house in Gillingham, my future wife and I visited the local superstore, the Savacentre. Its name has nothing to do with the River Sava that meets the River Danube near Belgrade in Serbia. The shopping mall in Kent is pronounced “saver-centre”.
We wanted to buy some flowers and approached a florist within one of the wide corridors of the mall. He had some blooms of a kind we had never noticed before. We asked him what they were, and his answer sounded like “owlstromeriya”.
We bought a bunch of these attractive flowers and asked him how long we should expect them to survive in a vase. He answered:
“No worries there. They’re good lasters.”
And, he was right.
Alstroemeria, or Lily of the Incas, are native to South America but I guess many of those on sale in the UK are grown elsewhere.