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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