Red blooms

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here
bulbs lit by the molten core
not the cold coming predicated by a February
and so they push up inquisitively after the daffs
those narcissistic beacons bred to spread resplendence
all mudded now and fallen like soldiers on the Somme
it’s enough to make the tulips keep their turbans
below the parapet until the shrill whistle of the wren
signals a restlessness for Spring

in the plain glass tulip vase, five red blooms contort
out of flat tongued leaves they worm their way
to the wintry light, ruddy as the martyred Valentine

Opening lines from Sylvia Plath’s ‘Tulips’ for Sherry’s poetry prompt ~ Piggyback Poems

 

 

6 comments

  1. Ah, I like the cadence here. The wordplay is evocative and the atmosphere is of a winter chill nourishing the seeds of the spring. And that borrowed line provides such a great framework to the entire tone of the poem, as well as its imagery.
    -HA

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  2. I so love this! Love the idea of tulips arriving in winter, keeping their heads below the parapet, waiting for the all clear from the wren. I cant tell you how much I enjoyed this poem!

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