Poppies In JulyLittle poppies, little hell flames,
Do you do no harm?
You flicker. I cannot touch you.
I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns
And it exhausts me to watch you
Flickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth.
A mouth just bloodied.
Little bloody skirts!
There are fumes I cannot touch.
Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules?
If I could bleed, or sleep!
If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!
Or your liquors seep to me, in this glass capsule,
Dulling and stilling.
But colorless. Colorless.
Sylvia Plath http://www.poemhunter.com/best-poems/sylvia-plath/poppies-in-july/
I know it is not July yet, but I love this poem and my poppies are now, they will be over by July.
Annual poppies are just a joy. They spread around and hybridise merrily. They are so promiscuous, a real tart in the garden, but a tart with a heart of gold as they give so much value (I think I need to stop that thread there, it could get out of hand!)
Growing poppies is not without its downside though. They do self seed prolifically so I do spend a lot of time editing and weeding. On the plus side though, they are easily identifiable very early on so I know quickly if I want to remove them or let them continue.
Poppy seeds can lay dormant in the soil for decades, they are wakened by soil disturbance which is why they grow so well in ploughed fields and of course, the battle fields of World War One leading them to become the symbol of remembrance.
and on Twitter my name is Papaver, poppies with their fleeting, delicate beauty have a real place in my heart.