Neville

White Violets

White Violets

 

I very nearly fell asleep

Without remembering

The four white violets

And the green sweater

You both made famous

In whatever year it was

 

But that was long ago

And way before I ever

Fell in love with words

Or began this oh’ so

Singular affair with poetry

 

I remember now though

How they looked

Like four pearlescent stars

Pinned to a green field

Left off centre, rising gently

And breathing sighs …