as time slips i sip the hours
suntime nonsense flower
dreamer amidst woody bowers
weekend woman springing out
feeling her breathy path by breeze
toward sun stance
hip swung nonchalance
among happiness in bluebells

———

i, not quite, of the bluebells
increasingly away with the flowers
giddy, sing-song, gone wrong
gossamer rhyme blossom
coming alive

not so much singer as song
not so much goer as gone

waiter upon bees
turning to be

cowslip, daff
meadow sweet
buttercup

flowering at last
a rose
as if

(A. H / K. H-H, 1st April 2019)

National Poetry Day has a theme of choice this year. Is a trans poem appropriate, it is no choice, yet so often seen as just that and in effect presented to us as that, a decision in some ways.

Toni