Calling All Blog Botanists!

In a neglected area of the back garden, where some water experiments took place sometime last summer, this has seeded and grown in no discernable soil.

I rather excitedly thought it might be an orchid, until I researched British orchids. Does anyone know what it might be?


Meanwhile, it prompted a little paranoid ditty.


They Come

What grows unknown in low places,
raw streets we never turn faces
to; comforts conspire, keep us blind
folded away from not our kind,
taut beneath polished surfaces.

Wild things fill the missing spaces;
amidst bricks, one root displaces
ruin unseen, for who will bind
what grows unknown?

Come night, come dreams: sharp, sly faces
peer from cracked glass at fine traces
of moon silver that have outlined
the wet street whose children will find
what grows unknown.