A second draft of a poem written at Pendeen Watch, near St Just, Cornwall. Shared with dVerse.

A PASSAGE OF FLOWERS

On Pendeen Watch the clifftop flowers
arrive in season, stacked and ranked
according to their order and
their station. The long sea below

speaks, aspirant and sibilant, in a
breathing of rhymes. But the flowers
are swift, impermanent and, within
their time, they must first unfurl

and then speak to the world the story
at their core. Juice will rise in green
at first, soaking then into the  pink
of campion, the blue of vetch and cornflower,

yellow of the gorse, the cinqfoil
and the tansy. Point and counterpoint:
the scatter-beat of time against
the rhythm of the stars.