A poem inspired by a blue-banded jug of daffodils in spring.
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I like
this white jug with blue bands
I like what it holds,
I like how it stands
I like the way it is cottages.
and kitchen tables laid for a meal,
I like the way it is hot ranges.
and walking boots drying by the door
I like the way it is pine dressers
crowded with teapots and St Brigid’s crosses
I like the way it speaks of flagged floors
and broomsticks with red handles
that are almost, but not quite,
worn down.
I like the way these daffodils
make a statement
hanging in space
as though some magician said
Spring
and they appeared
frilled and ready like magic,
like an ordinary miracle.
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