Field full of flowers. <br /> <br />“Poppy! ” <br />I tell her. <br /> <br />“Poppy! Poppy! Poppy! ” <br />my little poppet chants. <br /> <br />Picks flower <br />after flower <br />for hours <br /> <br />cradles them <br />in her dress. <br /> <br />Enough! Too much! <br /> <br />“Shhhh...! ” <br />I tell her <br />“...the flowers must rest...go to sleep! ” <br /> <br />“Flowers <br />...go sleeps! ” <br /> <br />she repeats <br /> <br />“Shhhh...! ” <br /> <br />Suddenly from <br />nowhere & everywhere <br /> <br />a scattering of <br />butterflies. <br /> <br />“Ah, flowers wake up! ” <br />she explains sensibly <br />to herself. <br /> <br />I tell her <br />when “...flowers dream <br />they can fly <br />they turn into butterflies! ” <br /> <br />All the way <br />home in the car <br /> <br />she strokes her <br />weary wilted flowers: <br /> <br />“Sleep...sleep... <br />dream...becomes butterfly! ” <br /> <br />And then adds: “...please? ” <br /> <br />Flying flowers <br />dancing in her little mind <br /> <br />totally believing in <br />my beautiful lie. <br /> <br />And as she too <br />falls into dreams <br /> <br />the car fills up <br />with flowers <br />flying flowers <br /> <br />her dreams escaping <br />into reality.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flying-flowers-for-lyn/
