Bluebells


Wild flowers so tame
Such uniform individuality
And random precision
A mapping of clarity amidst the indistinct

Each bell tips its colour into
Thought amongst a myriad in my mind

And I remember
My Nanna picking your lush sappy stems
And neatly placing a scattering
In an shiny narrow vase

To adorn our table with a ghost
Of spontaneous joy.

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