Bluebells

Bluebells

The woods stutter and misfire to begin with
a stage frightened blurt of blue
sparse as elderly hair
auld mans bell
or a pixie nipping behind a curtain of trees
playing ring o bells
waiting for the light to change

But further in
far from prying roads
the colour sings out
sweeping swathes of silken robes
ebbing and flowing around silver Birches
Apollo dramatically weeping for
Hyacinthus
alas alas
and moving on pleased with the show