Sea Poppies
Written 22 minutes agoCategories: test cat
What a strange man.
Amber husk
fluted with gold,
fruit on the sand
marked with a rich grain,
treasure spilled near the shrub-pines
to bleach on the boulders:
your stalk has caught root
among wet pebbles
and drift flung by the sea
and grated shells
and split conch-shells.
Beautiful, wide-spread,
fire upon leaf,
what meadow yields
so fragrant a leaf
as your bright leaf?