Tell Tell, These Bells

Tell tell, these bells ring in clamorous mimes,
golden light ripening dusk’s rhymes.

Their wavy peals knock senseless all will
with intoxicating smells. Sweet frilly trills of

velvet curl ’round minds weak thoughts.
Trumpets blare orange, their mute shots

grip deeply, but mildly, spreading moments apart.
Move not a muscle! You only think you start.

Alien udders, teats, voluptuous, alluring
spew marvelous gas, earthward procuring.

Honey, clover, sweet oil scented plasma
fumes night’s clicking air with hypnotic miasma.

Take their milk, succor its careless troth
of sun, summer’s blare distilled for the moth

whose wings, hummingbird style, blur eerily
as it darts near these towering tubes, haunting warily.

These chants of vertical cornos, aiming skyward ho
blast off, pushing earth and you, flyward, singing so.

These cantalope colored carillons urge time away
to let your mind wander, let love to love stray.

The grand, momentous, earthward hanging trumpets of Brugmansia are blooming ecstatically and prolifically on an eight foot potted plant I have in my back yard. There are now 26 huge flowers flopping carelessly down from the tree like form. (which started as a 1 foot stump in June) This nightshade family plant is also related to Datura, whose up facing trumpets carry hallucinogenic oils, giving them mystical powers over human minds.

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13 thoughts on “Tell Tell, These Bells

  1. An effusive display of this kind speaks as much of the grower/nurturer as it does of the plant itself. What a rich, fertilizing hand you have. Can Jennifer and I take a long idle in the magical faerie garden of your soul?

  2. I to would love to sit in your backyard! What an interesting and beautiful plant that is! Please post more pics of your garden if you every have a chance, I would love to see more of these beauties!

  3. Hey Glittermuse!

    Congratulations! I’m delighted to see that you’ve gotten some powerful recognition. Blog 37 in 100 Blogs in 100 Days. I guess this means another bottle of Veuvre. I’m starting to think in terms of buying by the case.

    And how nice that you have such a lovely post to showcase your blog.

    “let love to love stray* what a beautiful phrase. It makes me want to sit back and think on it all day. Like Jennifer and Etchen I’d prefer to do it in your backyard. I’m betting your garden is as well tended as your words are.

  4. Actually, Liz, my back yard is as wild as my mind.

    I’m so excited to be on the 100 Blogs list. It’s a feel good day.

    I realize now I need to share the beauty which blooms quietly behind my house, unseen for the most part. I’ll post some more photos soon!!

  5. Wonderful poem and wonderful picture. Growing Brugmansia here in Boulder Creek is iffy, although it will work on a south or west-facing wall with some protection from the night sky in winter.

    BTW, Brugmansia are also powerfully hallucinogenic. I’ve heard that the Jivaro of the Amazon basin use it to discipline teenagers that get out of hand, forcing them to drink a tea made from the plant so their ancestors will visit them and impose discipline. What I’ve read about the effects of this plant make me think it’s a pretty nightmarish experience–I’ll stick with mushrooms for my medicine journeys, thank you very much.

  6. Congratulations Garnet!! They made a great choice when they chose you for 100 blogs. Kudos.

    I have a plant outside my house that looks something like that only the honking huge blooms are white. Could it be the same kind? I am hopeless when it comes to botany.

  7. Dave, so good to have you visit! Yes, I know Brugmansia has the same drugs, I was just trying to deflect the DEA if they came by to snoop!! I agree about shrooms, too.

    Ned, yes that’s the same, they are usually white in the wild. But the colored ones are understandably more popular.

    Wow, Billy. That was fast. Thanks for the zinger to the end of an already pretty good day!!

  8. Hi Garnet

    Thinking back to your comments on my recent posts, it seems to me that there’s not much I can teach you about inspiration! The way you use flower and related natural imagery is wonderful and the lush, rich portraits you paint create a fragrant, colourful world of their own. I doubt I could write like this to save my life!

  9. I am encouraged by your flattery. Your words mean a lot to me. And, you should know, I was prompted to use this poem’s rhythm after reading your poem of a similar scheme. I think I called it a “heroic couplet” or something, with pentameter pairs of rhyming lines.

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