Short Cowslips Poems

Catkins
and cowslips,
primroses too-
celandine stars..yellow
my view...

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Blue bells
forget-me-nots
cowslips & buttercups-
yellows & blues in landscapes of
green hues...

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Sticthchwort,speedwell,celandine
Sprinkled in the dew
Jostle in the rain,with feverfew-
Cowslips ,delicate as lace
Evidence God's grace...

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buttercup yellow
kissing cowslips
dandelion,poppy and daisy,
corn marigold
cow parsley and clover,
a wilow that weeps
and meadow-sweet,deep
in a forgotten pasture....

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Back and forth,
HIgh then low
Black swifts scythe below;
Beneath the vivid hue
Wide-set celestial blue.

Across the field
Buttercups fill my view with
Dung pats,dried,and fried in the sun; 
Cowslips clumped,bud apple-green
With daisies dotted between....

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Back and forth,
HIgh then low
Black swifts scythe below;
Beneath the vivid hue
Wide-set celestial blue.

Across the field
Buttercups fill my view with
Dung pats,dried,and fried in the sun; 
Cowslips clumped,bud apple-green
With daisies dotted between....

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buttercup yellow 
         kissing cowslips
midst dancing grasses

back &forth
on the go
a foraging airshow ,to and fro     
               
busy bees 
      morn 'til late
thus
honeycombsp 
             proliferate

'ere
waving stalks
     seed
        then fade
 nectar flows
   &sweetness made...

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A courteous curtain
Looked thready with fine silk
Scenting of my core
Which led linger rose in my mind
And with no fleeing ticks
But almost ding-dong devotes
Potent day and night
Shrouds,when I come in
Shields,when I come out
Dripping that cotton every moment
For not to streets cowslips
To steal me from her role
Let I vocal vomits vociferously
"Am I boastful beaming as her turban?
Oh,I love you courteous curtain
For vile of my days"...

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I remember, oh how I remember
the years that have gone by.
Our doors were never bolted
our windows never closed.

Women had part-time jobs
knocking on doors all afternoon,
their comely voices bidding:
Madam 'tis Avon calling for you.

Meantime grandma would sit
outside the house and gossip
with friends who passed her by,
whilst we would wander all alone
in fun parks or green meadows,
flying our gaudy coloured kites,
and gathering cowslips for our dear mum.
...

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