Callista (Callistemon Myrtaceae)
By Lucy A
Dancing like nobody’s watching through dawn’s breeze,
pirouetting in the spotlight.
Redder than ruby.
Opulent as fairywren.
Her unconfined hair sets the stage ablaze.
She is unconventional.
Her bow is dignified and electrifying.
Magpies applaud the production
with endeared screeches and songs.
She never realised she danced,
and she never heard the magpie’s acclaim.
For she did not frolic or caper.
Instead, she just was,
running through the wind,
With legs she does not have.