Published in Staple Magazine, August 1995


I notice the daffodils
In the kitchen fading.
But those in my room?

They look like elephants
Attached to a stem;
An upside-down mobile

Stuffed in a vase;
Weary dancers
Wearing sunflower hats.

This was a child’s room,
Too new to touch, too soft.
Roots far underneath,

Unarmed, uncovered,
They are to be stolen, drunk,
At night.

And all of them,
Especially one, from the vase,
Face away from me completely.



Sources :

  1. http://www.designsponge.com/2009/03/weeders-digest-daffodils.html
  2. http://www.poetrymagazines.org.uk/magazine/index.asp?id=63

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