Not Divorced from Daffodils

Well, it seems unbelievable, but today marks forty-five years since I was married (March 27, 1976). No, I can’t celebrate being married that long. The marriage lasted sixteen years before I returned to the US from England without my husband (he refused to live in the US). It was another two years or so before we were officially divorced.

I wrote and first posted this poem in 2011. I feel it will one day find its way into a story.

For now …

It might be
she had dreamed up
that courtship
following
an inclination
over such
green and pleasant hills.

A handful
of tightly
hopeful buds;
much better
to pick them that way,
some warmth to
open them slowly
into daffodils-
among her
favorite flowers
to this day.

© DM Denton

“Oh, love is handsome and love is fine
And love’s a jewel when first it’s new
But love grows old, and waxes cold
And it fades away like morning dew”
 
 
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Nature Insight: Random Bouquet

Copyright 2012 by DM Denton

The old ink bottle did quite well for
holding thoughts that randomly put a
bouquet on the windowsill and
memory on some passing page
of windflowers from filtered
woods, kingcups from the water’s
side–while spotted lungwort,
first buds of buttercup,
and also bird’s eye
forget-me-nots found
me lost in my
garden, as if
unaware
that I let
them grow
there.





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Nature Insight: More Rime Forecasted

Finally the frost bites in the buds and leaves the trees poor with the privilege of holding up the sky.

 

Mum is the word on whether this survivor turns away for lamentation or a sigh.

 

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Poem: Not Divorced from Daffodils

It might be
she had dreamed up
that courtship
following
an inclination
over such
green and pleasant hills.

A handful
of tightly
hopeful buds;
much better
to pick them that way,
some warmth to
open them slowly
into daffodils-
among her
favorite flowers
to this day.

 

(Author’s note: The writing of this poem just happened the other night. I realize for many daffodils are out of season. No matter. The nature of reflection is being out of place and time. The picture of wild daffodils is from a journal I did back in the 1980’s while living in England: a year of Oxfordshire flora and fauna in paintings and verse…no doubt inspired by The Diary of an Edwardian Lady by Edith Holden which was very popular at the time.)
 
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