Domesticated daffs so chidingly cheerful
shock of the new in a melting landscape
a weepy film indeed for impressionable eyes
Bold brimstone drifts and sexed up yellow
massed bands of trumpeting brass heads
tally-hoing happiness like fox to the hounds
Now in this spongy springiness of season
I feel a pop-bang bounce of enthusiasm
fizzle up with dampened pyrotechnics
Rampant Lenten lilies along solipsistic ways*
dumb-struck blondes of melancholia
resurrect our spirits til death on Easter day
A wealth of mellow is rightful heir to April
sallow shades and primrose, scant sun spotted celandine
vanquished by hyacinth carillons summoning the blues
*Native wild daffodil or Narcissus pseudonarcissus – fabled to perish at Easter – see Housman’s poem: The Lent Lily
Bringing some mood colour clashes to a very late meeting at the bar which opened early last Thursday with Irony so tailing in with Open Link Night #193
PoetryPix 
A wondrous way to honour spring…bounces along as the title suggests it should..here it’s gone all chilly again and I wonder if winter has really passed.
so true but the sight of daffs gives me the blues – they seem to jolly me along too fast for the change of season – perhaps you are transitioning better north of the border 😉
I fear we may have a sting to come…it is spring like in appearance but not temperature.
You have captured Spring in all its glory! This is outstanding ❤️
thanks Sanaa – but why then does it have the blues?
this was a beautiful read out loud poem Laura – I felt the bounce in your words, bobbing along the lines and dipping with graceful beauty. Spring brings out the best in everyone it seems!
glad you read it out loud – I try to keep some sort of rhythm and did wonder if this was too disjointed although that is part of the effect of irony – pulls us up short!
reading it out loud helps me understand most lines better, the sound form gives is so different than just scanning a page.
well said
A nice description of spring colors. I liked the description of Lenten lilies as solipsistic, dumb-struck and blondes of melancholia.
yes Spring is not really the joyful season at first
Playful Spring wording with literary allusion, alliteration and adjective abuse. Fun
I like the abuse of adjectives:
see http://quod.lib.umich.edu/m/moajrnl/acw8433.1-04.081/514:12?page=root;size=100;view=text
I love the wilder daffodils… so much brighter than the domesticated ones.
so much more desirable too 🙂
A lively read. Of all the beautiful phrases, I like “tallyhoing happiness” the best!
belated thanks Beverly – been tallyhoing on a brief break away