Because of you I’m talking to crickets, clouds,
like a madwoman with thistles braided in her hair
a band of daisies round her waist, forget-me-nots
between her toes.
Because of you I laugh with lady beetles scurrying
on their way to drink a draught of nectar wine
in hopes of intoxicated stories shared.
Because of you I plant sweet peas to trace a lacy frame
girdling my womb and blue delphiniums to reach the sky
to become our lure to ladder up for us to disappear
into Arcadian azure.
Because of you I will go mad with lavender sprigs as
arrows to my heart, lemon balm to soothe my wounds,
and spearmint tea to bring the night of moonflowers
as our bed.
Because of you I am possessed by the marrow of creation.
Our writing group met this morning on my deck among the flowers and bees and squirrels. We each chose at random an Every Day Poems from Tweetspeak Poetry and wrote. I am the only one who writes poetry, the others have their own genres and styles. It was lovely and perfect and the writing incredible.
My poem was Delphiniums In A Window Box by Dean Young, author of Fall Higher. I used the line:…because of you I’m talking to crickets, clouds….