Tuesday, 8 January 2019

Daffodils (Especially for Graham)



On Seeing the First Daffodils in Sainsbury's

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once, in Sainsbury's, lo!
Bunches of golden daffodils!
Behind the meat, beyond the peas,
(Not fluttering, there was no breeze.)

When often on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
I often dream of daffodils
(I very rarely dream of food).
The first bright sign spring's on the way -
I have to buy some now! Today!

Out go the sausages and bread
The cleaning products, oh, so dull.
I must buy daffodils instead
Until my shopping trolley's full.
I only came in for my lunch,
But daffodils! A pound a bunch!

And oh, my heart with pleasure fills
And dances, as I reach the tills.


(With apologies to Wordsworth, but I know he'd understand.)







10 comments:

  1. That was as much fun to read as it was lovely, Frances!

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  2. I am incredibly impressed. I laughed with my morning coffee. That has set me up for the day.

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    1. Graham I shall always think of you when the daffodils appear 😊

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  3. The only cut flowers I ever buy are daffodils. Don't think I have seen them this early before! I shall have a look for some when I shop later this morning. Love your adaptation of the poem.

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    1. Same here, Frances. They’re the only ones I can afford. Writing doesn’t pay well enough for flowers!

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  4. ps. I am not particularly a poetry lover, but do you know the poem " Where are the snowdrops said the sun". It was written by Annie Matheson, who lived 1853-1924. I love it and can't read it aloud without wanting to cry.....no idea why it gets me that way!! I originally found it in a newspaper, and cut it out and kept it in the file in the kitchen. I had a clear out yesterday and found it. Appropriate for this time of year.

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    1. I, too, think it has a tear-jerking poignancy although quite why I'm n0t sure because it's a beautiful little poem. I wonder on what levels she meant it to be read? I first read it as a simple poem of hope. Then I wondered if AM had thought of it as life, death and resurrection.

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  5. Brilliant, Frances - though I haven't seen any daffodils in the supermarkets up here yet!

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    1. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you, Rosemary!

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