Such purities are only seen with a rare eye
Origin known but not defined …
It’s rather a melting pot,
Clay molded with the hands of unique art
To create what we try to define with our own words
What ‘I” try to define…
So I say …
You are beautiful, growing in any soil because you are that strong
You are not confined to any one space, No you are a free lanced
Used to compliment the occasion of happiness
To add colour to the scene
South Africa, preserving that culture our ancestors wrote with the ink of tears
Whenever I see you…that is what I see…
No one thing Calla lily, instead I see the possibilities that I may unfold a novel of multiple narratives
Your story might not be mine to read
For like art… this Calla lily might be in garden of someone else
Should I trespass on the Garden of Eden… would I commit the crime of stealing?
But calla lily the temptation is heavy
And as I see your petal glow in the sunset I can’t help but feel this flower is indeed mine to steal.
Inspired by a crush I once had ….