This week’s challenge for the Poetry Bus was to write on the more general category of ‘flora/fauna’, which I suppose left it wide open for people to do what took their fancy, though nicely in keeping with the season. We have been cutting the grass this week so I was thinking of times when I was young and always feeling annoyed at my dad for cutting the grass and chopping down all the daisies. So here is my offering, and a homage to Gerard Manley Hopkins ‘Binsey Poplars’, of which I am very fond.
Daisies, only yesterday scattered across
the lush expanse of un-mowed lawn
All chopped, chopped, are all chopped
their petals heaped amongst the verdant mulch
not spared, not one
for small girl to frolic in fancy and
festoon herself a fairy queen.
O if he but knew what he did
when he mowed and trimmed
cut down those fragile blossoms
the dreams of childhood
so transient, in wild abandon
she who bedecked with garlands
would dance among the saplings
now stands forlorn.
After-comers cannot guess the beauty
that might have been
the spinning blade wipes clean
makes neat, pristine
Daisy chain, a daisy chain
sweet delicate daisy chain