Flowers

Today, we are to write a poem that involves people making music together, and that references – with a lyric or line – a song or poem that is important to us.

I chose to go abstract after writing one of the lines two days ago that I felt a desperation to give purpose to in a full work.

My lyrical reference is to One Way of Life by the Levellers, you can listen to it here. I also took some inspiration from two works of art I spotted in the given resource.

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She calls me at the same time each year with the precise consistency of sunrise.
Her voice illuminates our anticipation, transforming our blood to that of hares in Spring,
I am called to compose, and I fall as willingly as thawing snow from pine trees.

Clad in teal velvet gloves, her fingers write braille staves in my imagination, her vision.
Lines of promise from which harmonies and melodies will blossom, and bloom
Allegros hellbent with intent to bring joy to senses dulled by long grey days.

We converse as we construct our musical missives of the flowering future.
She sows seeds in my mind as I walk the staffs and bars she has penned there.
Where to place the budding notes of tomorrow’s flourishing opus?

Where to place the dainty violet violas that will rouse our hearts?
Where to rest the tulip trumpets whose fanfare signals awakening?
And the cyclamen string section and the allium drums – where they too?

Raindrops will fall as Spiegel im Spiegel feeding this secreted concerto,
Secretly hidden beneath the plain grass verge where the law says I have no right to grow,
But there’s only one way of life, and that’s my own, so here I’ve sown.

Here, where great mounds of dandelions roar from the exhaust-soot-stained sward,
Who, with their serrated suns of lion’s teeth, golden and glistening,
Will sing in the Spring sunshine as the vivid orchestra of daffodil and iris play around them.

Colours as bright as Warhol’s and heaven scented will tune our eyes to wonder,
The dismal discord of winter will be dispatched by chords of all shades,
When the flowers return to play music in our hearts.

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