Poetry about poppies
I took this photo of oriental poppies in the summer and thought it would be nice to have a poem or two to go with it.
Googling brought up a large number of websites, but most of them were about war poems. I wanted peaceful, wholesome, summery images.
Persistence wins: I have found a couple.
Wild Poppies by Marion McCready overflows with images. Her poppies are made with ‘henna silks’ and ‘move like an opera’. They wear ‘lipstick dresses’ and are ‘urgent as airmail’. I love the energy of them and the mystery of their lives.
James Stephens, not content with a few poppies, wrote In the Poppy Field.
He writes about a conversation between the poet and Mad Patsy which includes:
An angel walking on the sky;
Across the sunny skies of morn
He threw great handfuls far and nigh
Of poppy seed among the corn;
yeah, that fallen soldier part ruined my gushing on the flowers too, its true we do see what our heart wants to see 😦
before reading that and catching the eerie resemblance I always thought they looked like handfuls of rubies scattered all over the green grass. beautiful pretty like little fairies.
Thank you for your comment. I like the idea of rubies in grass – perhaps fairy rubies which vanish if you try to hold them forever.