Daisy Chains

They never took
long to make,
nor did they lack
that tender sloppiness
which made the petals
melt pink in the palms,
like juiced hearts.
These were when
we ran our
fingers through the
wilting stems; supposed
they were her hair
or her hands.
These were when
we laboured those
shy hours away
in a shivering line
of blushes, making
a short-lived toy
of short-lived love.

 

Winning poem, Foyle Young Poets of the Year Award 2021.

© Daniel Wale
With kind permission from the poet and The Poetry Society

appears in Some Sort of Joy: Foyle Young Poets of the Year Anthology