A dandelion clock, with seeds blowing away, against a black background. Photo: By Herbert Goetsch on Unsplash.
Poem: Only a poem
'Give us a creed, they begged...'
Give us a creed, they begged.
Something tidy with four corners
that would fit into a box.
One that would fit nicely
into the cupboard we have constructed with care.
We could take it out at special times.
We could sit around and praise its elegance.
We could even show it to the neighbours
(well, specially chosen ones, of course).
I, he replied, can only offer a poem,
untidy, awkward, unwieldy.
It might spoil the well placed furniture.
Its colours might clash with the wallpaper.
Like a dandelion it may scatter its seeds anywhere.
You never quite know where a new plant will grow.
It might spoil the design you planned for your garden.
