Foxgloves
Rebecca, our first-born,now thirty-nine
flies in to check that I am well again
and spots beside the bed the photograph
I took of you when you were carrying her
six months gone in your purple polo-neck
and blue smock, and laughing, I remember,
because I have decorated with sea pinks
your black abundant hair, and given you
foxgloves to hold as though to welcome her
to the strand at Inch and the Kerry hills.
Can you go on smiling from your dune-throne
with your hair and hands full of summer flowers?
Because the marram grass is damp and sandy
I have spread a yellow oilskin under you.
Michael Longley
A Hundred Doors
8 comments:
Such a heart warming lovely poem
and the foxgloves delight.
Do hope you are well and cheerful.
American 4th of July is truly bizarre but sort of fun!
Cait, you continue to offer the opportunity to enjoy poetry that I would never have found without you.
Thank you! xo
Cait, you continue to offer the opportunity to enjoy poetry that I would never have found without you.
Thank you! xo
Beautiful poem; thank you. And the pictures are a delight.
You do find the greatest treasures.
I'm not a big reader of poetry but you always find ones that make me want to read more. This one was wonderful, thank you.
That's a lovely poem and the photos of the foxgloves are very nice. It happens to be one of my favorite flowers and I love it when I find them growing in the woods.
Hi Cait. Thankyou for featuring the poems Foxgloves and How I Go to the Woods. I can see why they are favourites of yours.
Dear Cait,
What a beautiful Poem you have shared with us, and the Foxgloves are such pretty flowers, I have some growing in the garden here.
I do so love the Header to your post, thank you Cait.
xx
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