At Day 496 of the daily new poems we are creeping towards the half chiliad – but enough of that, will our poet Fiona Clark be tiptoeing through the Spring tulips? (The late Tiny Tim was born this day in 1932). Or maybe she’ll personify Spring and drag-race in raspberry pink fluff …
April dancers
April flash-mobs
in sun and racing clouds
fertile spume of showers
a ferment of blossoming
drag-race in raspberry pink fluff
camp-candy-pink feather boas
the cherry tree kicks up
a riotous retro can-can
in a rush of petticoats
a dervish-dance
of rain-lashed daffodils,
threshes the breeze
a washing line
lets it all hang out
in a mosh-pit frenzy
flapping sheets and pillow-cases
sparkling as the Pleiades
or seagulls bobbing on wild seas
robins, thrushes bop, a dash
on the wing of goldfinch
to open golden beaks
of blackbirds’ liquid warbling.
Fiona Clark