Silly title serious poem.. for those that don’t know Drum was my father’s name as in the Drummond in my name shortened not an actual drum. I went with the prompt from day six first and will do my catch up poem later. With the women in the spot light group we left off helium balloons with poems attached and also lanterns that were kind of dangerous not our best idea but funny when we realised we hadn;t actually maimed anyone. As I set my poem off (He Is In The Stars) I felt a letting go. it was a good thing to do today.
Daffs For Drum 6th April 2013
Today everything has felt serendipitous
the beautiful hearted women
helped me float a poem to you
on an apple balloon before the lanterns caught fire
I almost wished my poem to you had smoked
something in the burning, an offering, I liked.
Although you had never run to such rituals
there were discarded tarot cards splayed on a brick wall
and the shock of your gallic pack in your desk drawer
Something occult in mother’s rational home
a decade ago came to me
I have bought you daffodils hundreds of miles
from your subsiding stone with its dove
they stretch out from the neck of an antique bottle
bearing Newcastle, the city near your birthplace.