The Linnet's Wings Blackbird Dock - Page 121

Tulips in a vase  Lesley Timms Goblets of spring sunshine; Tightly clasped waxy cups Balanced upon elegant stems, Licked by soft green flames. Fresh, firm, ephemeral beauties, Naïve. Blind to transience. Sustenance-steeped, Coaxed by balmy air, Clenched coronets sigh, relax to Open-throated chalices; Wide, gilded opaque mouths, Briefly alluring, fading fast. Withered, curled petals drop, Scattering papery decay. Yet each denuded stem stands proud, Exposing a star-crowned Venus; An alabaster goddess Guarded by lemon-powdered spears. 121