And so, she drifts in
through an open window
carried on a skittish,
southerly wind – gossamer
winged, her tiny seeds...
all that remains
of the trenchant flower
that once she was;
yellow hair, spiky fringe –
sententious to a fault.
Our ‘dandelion child’;
from the very morning
she was born – her
‘big brother’, such
as I was, picked some,
put them in a jar
on a table by her cot...
she – who shone
throughout adversity
and went on shining
for three hours short
of two decades; a Leo
right enough...
Yet now, precariously
cradled in my hand,
she trembles; feather-soft,
the slightest breath
would bear her away...
Sensing something
even greater than
my love for her,
she grows restless
for her freedom.
One blink of an eye
and, with a sigh,
she is gone – lost
to a St.Martin’s
Summer breeze...
‘Oh yes, she flies
like a bird in the sky,
she flies like a bird
and how I wish
that she was mine...'
Comments
ScoZen | February 21, 2011 - 12:17
Sand Lady.
How do you manage to write this stuff.
I'm envious.
take care.
Silver Spun Sand | February 21, 2011 - 12:28
Hi there, ScoZen. I often think the same about your stuff. Funny old world, ain't it? Thanks though;-)
Sand Lady
Beeme | February 21, 2011 - 12:30
This is so lovely Tina, beautiful and moving. I'm always in awe of your poetry.
Beeme xx
Silver Spun Sand | February 21, 2011 - 12:37
Beeme - much appreciated. Hope your Monday isn't rainy like mine, but you've cheered me up, so thank you;-)
Tina xx
jonahs cough | February 21, 2011 - 14:17
this is really touching. thanks for the read tina.
Silver Spun Sand | February 21, 2011 - 14:32
Jonah - you are more than welcome, and indeed, thank you;-)
Tina
ScoZen | February 21, 2011 - 14:38
Apologies Sand Lady.
I didn't mean to sound flippant by saying
"...How do you manage to write this stuff..."
It was certainly not meant to cause offence.
Regards
Silver Spun Sand | February 21, 2011 - 14:41
None taken, ScoZen...very much to the contrary;-)
Sand Lady;-)
skinner_jennifer | February 21, 2011 - 23:06
Hi Tina,
I nearly missed this one, your poetry is coming so
fast and yet you still manage to bring such beauty
to your poetry. By the way I love that record:-
"Can't let Maggie Go" by that wonderful 60s group
The Honey Bus.
Thankyou for a beautiful read.
Jenny.
fatboy74 | February 22, 2011 - 00:19
Two cherries in one day and both absolutely deserved, again just wonderful. :-)
Highhat | February 22, 2011 - 08:58
Yes a luxurious poem Tina
;)Pia
Silver Spun Sand | February 22, 2011 - 11:01
Hi, Jenny!
Yes, it is the most evocative song, originally written for the 'Nimble Bread' advertisement of nineteen-sixty-eight. I remember it so well because I had not long given birth to our eldest daughter and had the TV quite a lot whilst I was feeding her, etc.
So pleased you enjoyed my poem, and thanks for telling me.
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | February 22, 2011 - 11:03
Many thanks, fb.
It surely was my 'lucky day'...you are right. Mondays are usually very productive for me. It is the day I am supposed to be doing my housework, but I find it so boring, I have to go somewhere else in my head to relieve the monotony - hence the poems...both inspired by hoovering, would you believe;-)
Tina
Silver Spun Sand | February 22, 2011 - 11:05
I like, Pia. 'A luxurious poem'. As shows with your own poetry, you certainly do have a way with words;-)
Thanks so much for them.
Tina;-)