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Defiant Daffodils

Hello dear readers, good to ‘see’ you again. I hope you enjoyed this week of small stones. I really enjoyed writing them, both as a kickstart to my creativity, and as an exercise in mindfulness.

As a result of this week, I notice I have some new readers… Welcome! Do grab a cup of tea and toasted teacake. Glad you could join us.

Good Friday

So, I promised something different at the weekend didn’t I? Well, I have decided to stick with poetry this week so have written a poem for you – this started as a small stone on the day I wrote ‘Roadworks,’ but I decided to be a bit cheeky with it.

If you were here last year, you may remember that I talked about the poem that sums up my spring…? Well, here’s my version of that poem, with apologies to Wordsworth.

Defiant Daffodils

I wandered with baby from Leyton to Stratford
Both of us lost in daytime dreams
When, distracted from my reverie
I saw a flash of yellow and green

Between the empty bottles of Diamond White and Holsten Pils
Grew some ghetto strength daffodils
Golden streaks of sun among last nights debris
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Whose words sum up your spring?

Last February, inspired by Edinburgh’s ‘Carry a poem’ reading campaign, I wrote about  William Blake’s ‘Augeries of Innocence’, a poem I ‘carry’ with me and find soothing and inspiring.

Today, as the weather starts to become milder and I finally feel like we’re entering spring, another poem came to mind – Wordsworth’s ‘Daffodils.’ This is also a poem I have carried with me for some time, which always comes to mind at this time of year. Whenever I hear or see it I think of clear blue skies and lush green fields, and imagine myself walking over a hill to be greeted by Wordsworth’s dancing daffodils, their golden faces smiling towards me. Just thinking about it now brings a smile to my face.

So, I thought I would simply share this with you today and hope it takes you to that happy place it takes me to:

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Many thanks to John Johnston for letting me use this lovely photograph of Daffodils after the rain from his garden in the spring.

What poems do you think of at this time of year, and where do they take you to..?