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a place in the marsh

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For the last few weeks, as I drive by the ditches and wetlands on my way home from work, I am charmed by the way the bulrushes have burst and made their bountiful seed available to the winds. 

The heads of the bulrush (Typha latifolia L., also known as common cat-tail or masette in French) are usually neat and tidy cylinders of dark brown, held high on a sturdy stem.  At this time of the year, the seeds emerge in a copious fluff clinging to the brown seed-head like a beard, a lion’s mane or a furry hat.

When I was a child, we always called these plants ‘busby rushes’, presumably after the tall bearskin hats worn by the Queen’s Foot Guards in front of Buckingham Palace.  Actually a busby is not the correct name for the bearskin, but is a hat worn by Hungarian hussars, or the Royal Horse Artillary, a ceremonial unit of the British Army.

Our two usual species of Typha are distinguishable by their leaves.  Typha latifolia (broad-leaved cat-tail) has flat leaves.  Typha angustifolia (narrow-leaved cat-tail) has narrower leaves, convex on the back.

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bulrush in December

            (Typha latifolia L.)

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4:45 PM rush, the Marshlands

bus expels tired folk to familiar sidewalks

exhausts them in diesel cloud

a bulrush pushing its seed

to the wind in cold December

bearded and wise, fur hats and

ear flaps against the cold

breath expressed as icicles and rime

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©  Jane Tims  2011

 

Written by jane tims

December 14, 2011 at 6:14 am