Settled, by Britta Benson

Picture credit: Britta Benson

I love yarrow. Especially the various stages of going into seed. Fascinating plant. Weed? I suppose so. On my evening walk, I stopped and stopped again to look at the spent flowers and I thought, hey, someone needs to write a poem about yarrow.

Here goes…


Evening walk,

sun’s final path

lined by common yarrow.

Not far to go now.

Follow the milfoil,

past the old man’s pepper,

devil’s nettle,

thousand seal,

all the way other sides,

where dark horizons sleep.

4 thoughts on “Settled, by Britta Benson

    1. I had to look up the English word for Schafgarbe. In Scotland, I don’t tend to see them. In Germany, there are tonnes of them. I do love the various stages they go through, especially the part, when they are going to seed.

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    1. Oh, coming back to Scotland after four weeks, I nearly needed a machete to get to my front door. The weeds have indeed taken over my garden! Somehow, brambles I never knew I had in my garden have grown 10 foot long tentacles!!!

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