SCARLET PETALS





Poppies bloom in Spain from March through to April and I think of them as my birthday flower. The 'campo' is bright with Spring flowers and will grow wild and green after the rains falling this Easter time. In a few short weeks the heat of the sun will start to dry the earth as Summer approaches. 



SCARLET PETALS

Here poppies grow on road sides or
sway on slim green legs dotted over
rocky terraces, the land worthless as
abandoned almond trees rewild.

Scarlet petals, as delicate as the tissue
sheets we split with licked chubby fingers,
breath parting paper like flitting wings,
scrunched into twisted gaudy blooms.

Flowers tough enough to withstand the
valley gusts billowing to the sea, or the
April rains stinging like shot pellets as dark
clouds scurry over the hills, blotting the sun.

Here poppies herald Spring, heads waving above
golden dandelion, clashing with fuchsia pinks,
vivid amongst the dried stalks of last year’s fennel,
before the searing heat of Summer burns the earth.

Here there are no echoes of northern fields
where blood red poppies parade under grey skies
in honour of the fallen whilst Spain’s hidden dead
remain sleeping in unmarked, earthen graves.



 © 2019 Jacqueline Knight Cotterill.  All rights reserved. 


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