Wisteria…an interesting word that is like mystery and hysteria all wrapped into one plant. I was reminded of wisteria recently because I have been choosing colors to paint our interiors. I love all the names of blues that there are in paint colors and so many of them are flower names. Wisteria is a vine that blooms in beautiful shades of blue to purple. They are so delicate as they cascade and weep over arbors.
Because wisteria plants have been known to live up to 100 years or older, they are said to symbolize longevity and even immortality. Because of their weeping nature, they are also said to mean bowing down in quiet and peace. They are natures grace.
Food of Love
By Carolyn Kizer
Eating is touch carried to the bitter end.
Samuel Butler II
I’m going to murder you with love;
I’m going to suffocate you with embraces;
I’m going to hug you, bone by bone,
Till you’re dead all over.
Then I will dine on your delectable marrow.
You will become my personal Sahara;
I’ll sun myself in you, then with one swallow
Drain your remaining brackish well.
With my female blade I’ll carve my name
In your most aspiring palm
Before I chop it down.
Then I’ll inhale your last oasis whole.
But in the total desert you become
You’ll see me stretch, horizon to horizon,
Opulent mirage!
Wisteria balconies dripping cyclamen.
Vistas ablaze with crystal, laced in gold.
So you will summon each dry grain of sand
And move toward me in undulating dunes
Till you arrive at sudden ultramarine:
A Mediterranean to stroke your dusty shores;
Obstinate verdure, creeping inland, fast renudes
Your barrens; succulents spring up everywhere,
Surprising life! And I will be that green.
When you are fed and watered, flourishing
With shoots entwining trellis, dome, and spire,
Till you are resurrected field in bloom,
I will devour you, my natural food,
My host, my final supper on the earth,
And you’ll begin to die again.
XOXO Rachel
Wondrance 