Green and cream pyjamas on my window ledge;
I love the graceful curves,
of the relaxed and swaying fronds
that, tapering to elegant points,
seem to nod, nonchalant, cool.
They sink their toes,
deep into the rich damp soil,
comfortable, reassuring security,
whilst stretching out to be bathed
in amber and gold.
Quietly they listen to the tap of keys,
some leaves turned to the view,
with gentle curiosity
at the words that build and flow across the screen.
More than a simple plant,
it is a jumble of alive yet laid-back creativity,
watching me type away,
lending ideas with a tiny flick of a suggestion,
and being a poet's friend.