Dandelion Lyre

The last seeds blow away from the Dandelions - will they make it to welcoming pastures?

From the Sovereigns of the Seasons collection 

Dandelion Lyre
Past March yellowing, 
White mane maturity. 
Roots’ grand reckoning 
Of ice dream imagery,

Stem strained, heavy head 
Droops on long ton lyrics. 
Poems pull itching threads 
Feather flails, seedling sticks.

Breeze releases broken anchor. 
White naivety, spent parent, 
Flying seeds, flowing ichor 
Longing for a clay carpet.

Wind tongues grip, lift, 
Curl, rasp and whisper. 
Seed songs cast adrift 
On the uncaring ether.

One falls, fails, withers, 
On catwalks’ barren fashions. 
Campbell’s monomyth cutters 
Strip daring dandelions.

One beds in jagged grasses, 
Digging down to stretch its stalk. 
Tradition thrives, convention collapses 
Among the songs of wilder folk.

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Thank you for your time as always
Graeme

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