Thursday, March 5, 2009

WILD DAISIES

WILD DAISIES - Bub Bridger

If you love me
Bring me flowers
Wild daisies
Clutched in your fist
Like a torch
No orchids or roses
Or carnations
No florist's bow
Just daisies
Steal them
Risk your life for them
Up the sharp hills
In the teeth of the wind
If you love me
Bring me daisies
Wild daisies
That I will cram
In a bright vase
And marvel at
.

11 comments:

Delwyn said...

Daisies are my favourites.That's a very sweet poem.

Alden said...

Yes, for some Daisies are as potent as Passion flowers - at least I hope that's what Vera Brittain came to know.

Kathryn said...

That's beautiful Alden. And so true, that the heart that comes with the flowers is way more important than how classy or expensive the flowers are.

Delwyn said...

I did some reading up on her today - quite a character isn't she? And some lovely poetry.

Alden said...

Yes Kathryn its always the thought that counts in the end isn't it. I am glad you liked the poem.
As a country school we have a traditonal Calf Club Flower Show every year - I always tell the parents, DO NOT go out and purchase expensive flowers for this, stop your car and pick flowers off the side of the road if you haven't got any in your garden. The daisies and wild flowers always look just as good displayed as any others I've ever seen.

Delwyn - she was a character and a woman of great resilience and courage. To have lived throught those times must have been incredibly traumatic.
I have read of of families here in NZ during the first world war who recieved telegrams telling them that all the sons in a family had been killed in action - it tears ones heart out to even contemplate such a thing - how people coped with all that is beyond my comprehension.

Anonymous said...

what does "clutched in your fist like a torch" mean?

Alden Smith said...

Anon - 'clutched in your fist like a torch' is pretty self evident for someone whose first language is English - What is your first language??

Anonymous said...

Even if English is not ones doorstep language it is a very viable question. Considering this is a poem it could mean anything , as it is a metaphorical interpretation of a physical or emotional thing, so clearly it's not self explanatory.

Alden Smith said...

Anon - I agree, poems can mean all sorts of things - but in this instance I think (because it is poetry) the words 'clutched in your fist like a torch' is more "poetic" than say just using the word "holding" (in your hand) - poems, use poetic license - use words in ways to effect emphasis, mood, to suggest ideas and feelings beyond the ordinary - In a way Poetry is a paradox in that Poetry tries to explain or invoke that which is beyond language by using language itself. - Hope this helps :>)

Donna Ingram said...

torch - I interpret it to be like a beacon of light.

Alden Smith said...

Thank you for your comment Donna - The poem describes the daisies as a torch, which is a beacon of light, so you are quite right - but a beacon of light is not just a objective scientific fact, it has emotional overtones as well.