Don’t Gather The Poppies

I stand by the river
whispers lap at the banks
the poppies gather drops of twilight
deep in their seeds hide the dark night
stars moon waiting to be born
Don’t touch the flowers, cut them
and stand them in your blue vase
you’ll steal the earth of its eyes
whispers will break into howls
in the darkest of nights
beside the river .

(Day 21: Denying permission poem for 2010 November PAD Chapbook Challenge)

Advertisements

One thought on “Don’t Gather The Poppies

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s