This poem appears in Frog Croon, May 2011, Issue 4

Tall poppies gently nodding in the breeze
Drinking deeply of the golden sun rays,
Unfurled with hearts of black they feel at ease
Knowing they bring a nostalgic malaise;
A melancholy knowledge of decay,
A yearning for a time only imagined,
To return to sedimentary clay
To grow in a novel world unimagined;
Where rules of gravity were different,
Where porous bodies intermingle freely
Singing harmonies to bring alignment
Between our world and the Court of Seelie.
Crimson poppies offer their sweet treasure
Needing pollination in full measure.

NaPoWriMo #17


9 thoughts on “Poppies

  1. Sooooo beautiful, fell in love with this painting of yours first, and your words so amazing! You really bring something amazing out in your work! LOVE it!

Please leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s