St David’s Day in Wales

Iambic tetrameter

(the first day of March)

 

Am I as lonely as that cloud?

I kneel this early time of day.

The traffic’s quite thin now, not loud,

while I am crouching, seem to pray!

St David’s Day is here, with chills.

That cloud looks down on Wales and hills.

 

I’m kneeling down upon this grass

to pluck the yellow one to pin

on my lapel now; no feet pass.

I’m brooding here on Wordsworth’s spin

on words that conjure on this hill

my single golden daffodil.

 

(1 Mar 2024)

(William Wordsworth, English poet, 1770-1850: “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”, in which he saw a host of golden daffodils)

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

The sun has just peeped behind the clouds after a morning of dismal rain. I very much enjoyed your St David’s day poem, Andrew. What better sight than golden daffodils which always makes me think of Wordworth. Lovely to wear one in your lapel. Happy St David’s day.

Chris

[Andrew John]

Thanks, Chris. I picked two small ones on waste ground yesterday and am wearing one now.

[Chris Shaw]

How lovely Andrew. Have a wonderful weekend:)