Surfer-poet of Hawaii, Richard Pettigrew, once again swings by The Dewdrop, this time with a botanical tragedy “Drunken Flora”. In Richard’s poem, we are allowed to view the floral subject only in pieces, peering through the still grey mist which looms heavy in the poem. Nothing is outwardly tragic, until those final lines, bringing forth the fact that nothing, not even beauty, lasts forever. The songs we sing and the poems we write are as close to immortality as it gets.
Drunken Flora
A flower-centric painting
speckled under a frozen grey avalanche
bone stems, red, yellow, orange, fuchsia fingers
snow-piercing petals
staggered drunk
under influence of a whispering mist
“Parade fantastic and perish well sung.”
Richard Pettigrew
Richard Pettigrew is a surfer poet living on Kauai. He’s had twenty-six poems published and two plays produced.
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Beautiful poem. Arresting imagery. Loved reading it.