(antidote to overdoses of Wordsworth)
something sinister in them,
I say -
stiff as foxes scenting the air
censoring the soundwaves, screening
feral, alarming, greedy
And carcinogenic, as I have read -
call out the Queen of Hearts,
'Off with their heads'!
If you've any comment on this poem, or on daffodils in general, Gill McEvoy would be pleased to hear from you.