An Alien’s Notes on first seeing a prunus-plum tree
by Jane Matheson
This is a device for recycling air
…so intelligently functional in its design
yet aesthetically pleasing in its line.
These delicate rose-petalled flowers…
so soft to stroke, you can do it for hours!
It is wondrous too
that in the heat of the summer sun,
these flowers become
marble-sized ruby-red rounds
of delectable fruit-flesh.
Humans call it a prunus-plum tree
I would very much like
to take it back with me.
This poem is included in Voyagers: Science Fiction Poetry from New Zealand, edited by Mark Pirie and Tim Jones (Interactive Press, 2009).
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Very fine choice, Tim. A velvety, wry lyric that has non-resident aliens in it.
Thank you, John – I'm glad you like it!
I enjoy the sly irony.
A clever idea for a poem and very subtly and successfully executed. Thanks for posting it Tim. (And all the best for the award I see Voyagers is listed for!)
Thanks, Mim and Kay. I'm just about to put up a blog post about those award nominations…