Salford Persephone

Your birthday always brings me back to flowers.

Last month snowdrops nudged off soil caps

and turned their faces to the light.

Now, heads bowed, they contemplate return.


In their place a flourish of lilac, purple and white

adorn forest floors, signals to the end of night.


Today, ubiquitous green stemmed clumps

rise by roadsides and parkland paths.

Straining to birth yellow trumpets

that will confirm her return to earth.


Spring in Greek is ανοιξη*,

so when your mother gave you up

you were born with daffodils!

An actual Salford Persephone.


* aneaksi


◄ Valentine 2014 (number 25)

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