Poppies

• Spasms of paper red, disrupting a blockade of yellow bias binding around your blazer
• Blackthorns of your hair. All my words, flattened, rolled, turned into felt slowly melting.
• threw it open, the world overflowing like a treasure chest
• After you’d gone I went into your bedroom, released a song bird from its cage.
• The dove pulled freely against the sky, an ornamental stitch,
• I listened, hoping to hear your playground voice catching on the wind.
• Who wrote the poem poppies

  jane weir