Crafty Spring
Spring drips in and
all growth becomes riddled with
desire for warmth,
ridden with need for having more.
Freshly risen, green
gets liquid-addiction, an invisible
draw makes each sward
swoon for regular fixes of water.
Crafty Spring knows
plants crave doses so being fickle
he drops trickles used
to tease shoots upwards for fuel.
Potent, he opens
cores formerly hidden, then the
illicit physician lopes
in to flippantly dominate flora.
Bold, he impregnates
the inactive deep sleep of nature,
forcing in wet sensuous
potions to unclothe closed petals.
Young Spring hangs around
to tickle ground's fancy yet Sol's
hot passion he fears,
so as heat rises he disappears.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Oh' how I do love Prolet too .. but yes, she is playing games on some of us methinks ................such delightful ink you share today my lady ................................... Neville x
Now that tickled me. "Young Spring hangs around to tickle ground's fancy" what a super characterisation. Crafty, potent and bold. I just love this character and what he gets up to.
Your writing today has an air of slightly mischevious joy about it reminiscent of young lovers. So appropriate as spring is joyous rebirth itself.
Another one of yours for my favourites to boast. Delightful stuff.
simply beautiful, dear Fay
as refreshing a read
as Spring's, gust of wind..
and love that delicate, picture
so invitingly, bright
Nice poem,I think all us 4 season poets come to life in the spring,My spring poems came to me when it was -30 outside,take care.
I never knew there was so much about Spring. Well, I know now, in this fine write!
This is excellent Fay! You actually reminded me a bit of Syliva Plath towards the final stanzas, I can't pinpoint exactly why but it must be because of the heavy use of "he" and the "unclothing" of the petals. Oh actually, I found the poem this reminds me of, it's Lady Lazarus. I'll leave some excerpts so you know what I mean, "What a million filaments / The peanut-crunching crowd / Shoves in to see / Them unwrap me hand and foot—— / The big strip tease." I mean this is so well done, congrats!
What a joy of a read dear Fay But i've learnt to expect nothing less.
Beautiful words Fay bring Spring to life.
Andy
Spring, relentlessly, not only teases the nature, but also the hearts of humans, yearning to bloom.
The potency of your words ooze out the true nectar of Spring
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