Spring fire

A spring poem for dverse, rather loosely based on this picture.

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Beneath the sun,

the silver moon,

daffodils sweep the crumbling loam

and leaf mould dark.

Buds burst and blossom falls,

blown in gusty gales,

and hares, ear-twitching

leap the meadow grass

in praise of some dark king,

some primal urge

that paints the walls of spring

with godless fire.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

42 thoughts on “Spring fire”

  1. Loving this….the imagery is so very good….the crumbling loam, leaf mould dark; hares, ear twitching…
    Thanks so much for posting to the prompt. Really enjoyed this one!
    Postscript: Spring Fire…title reminds me that fire can be reignited from the ashes…as in the daffodil coming up, peeking out and growing from the crumbling loam.

  2. Nicely pagan, Jane, with the primal urge / that paints the walls of spring / with godless fire’.
    I also love that the ‘daffodils sweep the crumbling loam / and leaf mould dark’.

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