Each Friday I post one of my poems.
Walk through the buttercups with me, fair maid;
Come, dance with me across the verdant floor.
Even in dreams the seasons are turning;
The breezes grow cooler: lend me your hand.
Take my arm, and let us find some shelter
Where I can lay my love before your face
In words I, waking, dare not speak aloud.
I wrote this late last year or early this year, but didn’t post it then because the seasonal references would have been all wrong. I suspect the poem’s plot, such as it is, may have come from what I remembered of a dream, but I will freely (if perhaps falsely) admit to taking some vague sort of inspiration for the initial image from A. A. Milne’s poem “Buttercup Days” and the Alan Shepard illustration that accompanied it in our copy of Now We Are Six.
I always welcome your comments, critique, suggestions (perhaps a real title for this?, or any other feedback on this poem or any other part of my work. (In other words, if you like it, if you don’t like it, if something “works”, if something “doesn’t work”, if it makes you think of something or someone, etc., please say so!) If you like this, you can also read other poems I’ve written here on my blog (or if that list is too intimidating, I began breaking it down into more manageable groups yesterday, so you can just start with those); I’d particularly like to know which poems you think are my best.
This poem is also posted on my wiiki.