Blithe Spirit

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sun, 09 Nov 2014
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8 comments
 
I bought a pack of poppy seeds;
prepared their bed so carefully,
but summer-long none showed.
Not one bonny, black-eyed face.  
Instead they grew, in a place
of their choosing, not of mine...
Amidst the shingle and the shale
where kindred seeds blithely fell;
where nothing else could survive,
they sprung alive. Nodding in the wind;
a barbed wire fence, no deterrent – still 
they multiplied in crimson splendour, 
saying, ‘Yes,’ to liberty – to freedom.
And still, they thrive; each year, each petal
different from the rest – no two the same, 
like those they represent.  Never so true,
as at the Tower of London; the Weeping Window
and the Wave to be given a reprieve.Then,
so be it,  by twilight, when every name’s 
been proffered to the wind, the self-same wind
spirits them away, we will remember them...
please god, always.
 
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Poem
Silver Spun Sand Poems
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

It would be so easy to let the memory fade.  I think of my boys and I am grateful that we missed conscription and the horros that followed.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks for reading, Philip, and for sharing your thoughts. Sobering, indeed.

Tina

 

Submitted by Denzella on

Hello Tina,

A beautifully expressed poem as always.

Moya

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Moya...you're a star.  Thank yousmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Denzella on

No, Tina,

You're the star!

Look on the forum and see who you recognise.

Moya

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

You are quite something, Moya.  Can't tell you how surprised I was, and it quite made my day.  I needed a bit of pick up as it happened.  My other half had been awake all night with toothache, and we spent much of the morning at the dentist, with him undergoing 'root canal' work.  Mind you, the bill hurt more than the tooth, in the endsad

Hope things are well with you, and hey - thanks again.

Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I see you've changed this, Tina,  to bring in the Tower of London poppies. I'm glad you've kept my favourite bit about the individuality of every petal and every human being. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Rhiannon - how good of you to read this again, and notice my additions.  You are as sharp as that proverbial razor, no lesssmiley and I really appreciate you taking the time and trouble to once more share your highly valued thoughts.

Tina