The White Poppy Woman

Gold cherry

By ralph

Thu, 08 Nov 2018
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6 comments
 

Coming into Sheffield.

The rain so hard and northern

that the coach windows

are pummelled to a rattle.



A city. It’s metal, choke and smoke.

A history of saying no to the mean,

yes to those who gamble or wonder.

Us maybe, if we love, throw our dice.



For you are the white poppy woman.

Young enough to grasp a revolution.

Wise to make the unkind flinch.

To cause this rain to question itself.

Certificate U
Poem
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by london_calling79 on

This is beautiful, delicate and moving all at once.

 

Submitted by paborama on

Off to buy mine now!  A fitting perspective; dense and original.

Submitted by celticman on

I wish the unkind would flinch, but they just grin. 

 

Submitted by Ewan on

and subtle poem. That's why it's our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day. Please share or retweet if you liked it too.

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Submitted by JupiterMoon on

This is concise and elegant. A kind of beautiful that stops your day in its tracks. 

 

Submitted by PoppyS on

Beautiful and delicate just like the white poppy itself.

 

Pops ~xx~

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