I haven’t seen spring, but… – for dVerse

Spring’s a kid
in a bright green hoodie,
yellow spray paint, and purple,
pink and green and white –
tagging everything in sight,
blasting birdsong at top volume,
running, laughing,
scattering shoots and leaves
and petals, dancing
through the rain.

Over at dVerse, Jilly asks us to write a poem about something invisible but real – love, maybe, or a child’s imagination, or springtime…

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27 thoughts on “I haven’t seen spring, but… – for dVerse

  1. Brilliant personification of spring, which has to be the bookend to Alan Bold’s poem, ‘Autumn’:

    Autumn arrives
    Like an experienced robber
    Grabbing the green stuff
    Then cunningly covering his tracks
    With a deep multitude
    Of colourful distractions.
    And the wind,
    The wind is his accomplice
    Putting an air of chaos
    Into the careful diversions
    So branches shake
    And dead leaves are suddenly brown
    In the faces of inquisitive strangers.
    The theft chills the world
    Changes the temper of the earth
    Till the normally placid sky
    Glows red with a quiet rage.

    In your poem ‘Spring’s a kid / in a bright green hoodie…tagging everything in sight’, whereas in Bold’s poem he’s grown up and nicking everything in sight! I love the mayhem at the end of your poem, Sarah:
    ‘blasting birdsong at top volume,
    running, laughing,
    scattering shoots and leaves
    and petals, dancing
    through the rain’.

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  2. We see hidden things better having lost them. Spring comes so sharply into view in your poem and its been lifetimes since I’ve been in one, living here in Florida. What a wild effervescent jazz …

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