I have decided to take part in ‘Poetry Friday’, I don’t know whether anyone can join, it may be a closed club but what can they do?
Here is my first poem which I downloaded from the Poetry Archive, if you are interested in poetry this is a good site, it has recordings too.
http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/home.do
Marigold by Vicki Feaver
Not the flowers men give women-
delicately scented freesias,
stiff red roses, carnations
the shades of bridemaids’ dresses,
almost sapless flowers,
drying and fading – but flowers
that wilt as soon as their stems
are cut, leaves blackening
as if blighted by the enzymes
in our breath, rotting to a slime
we have to scour from the rims
of vases; flowers that burst
from tight, explosive buds, rayed
like the sun, that lit the path
up the Thracian mountain, that we wound
into our hair, stamped on
in ecstatic dance, that remind us
we are killers, can tear the heads
off men’s shoulders;
flowers we still bring
secretly and shamefully
into the house, stroking
our arms and breasts and legs
with their hot orange fringes,
the smell of arousal.
I’ve chosen this because I have some marigold seedlings waiting to be planted. Also because the poet talks about how women fade like flowers and I’m feeling a little faded just now. But I also like marigolds and orange, they make me think of July, the beginning of summer.D
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