It emerges like a blush
from variegated leaves,
a beauty hidden in a bush
beneath overhanging eaves.
Its petals radiate scarlet
and the whole plant exudes
the intoxicating scent of harlot,
earthy and a little rude,
with citrus zest and peppery hot,
a geranium blooming in a pot.
Kim M. Russell, 5th September 2019
After seeing a wonderful display of geraniums recently, I have reworked a poem I posted on 5th September 2016, which was originally inspired by a wonderful photograph taken by Paul Militaru. I’ve chosen a new image for it this time.