Vase of Daffodils
Bright enough to burn Into a bleakly urban Tuesday morning - Vase of yellow sunshine on my window sill. Brewery sketched greyly behind Is not redeemed, however. Opened during the night, Their faces now crane upwards Towards Mother Sun As she peers downwards Through concrete fingers. Charm and pathos mixed. What price such effort When beauty is already Severed from purpose? Theirs is a brief moment Without perpetuity. Now is given up In favour of a posterity Already gone. Purposefully purposeless, They earn a certain dignity And in cauterising today's pain Who is to say That they lack meaning. Copyright © 2011 J.S.Watts
From ‘Cats and Other Myths’ by J.S.Watts, published 2011 by Lapwing Publications (ISBN 978-1907276-64-4)
(‘Vase of Daffodils was first published in Carillon Magazine)