Yoke yellow spheres
hold a buttery glow
Sun silhouettes stand tall
Shy satin stalks break from the breeze
Imprinted mud stays motionless,
dented and dry
Knotted wood sits still, sturdy
as an archive now
Submersed in memory
I sit and swing
as my audience of sunflowers curtsy and bow
This is beautiful. An ode to sunflowers. Fantastic. I have sunflowers in the backyard that were planted by the squirrels who steal the seeds from the birds that I feed. They are just as you described.
That’s so special, glad the poem felt personal to you. Thanks so much!
I love the idea of the archive. When I first saw this picture I was thinking of a field that once hosted thousands of monarchs but now there are none.The memory utterly archived, along, I guess, with them. And yet there is such pastoral beauty and calm in your descriptions. Very soothing.Thank you.
So happy you enjoyed it, thanks so much!
‘Sturdy as an archive’ – great line and a fab use of line break. I really love how this poem opens, really great images.
Thanks a bunch!
Beautiful, vibrant imagery in this poem! It really brings the scene to life.
Thank you!
Beautiful!! I love the imagery of the sunflowers as your audience curtsy and bowing. Well done!!!
Thanks so much, Ingrid!