It's days like today that make me very happy to be living in the fens of Eastern England.

I was driving to my local T***o (why should I advertise?) along the A17 to Holbeach, which is the road to 'Mother' Boston, and the bulb fields are all in bloom.

The daffodils have centre stage at the moment, huge blocks of yellow in strips which spread from horizon to horizon, from a delicate almost papery white to a brash, swaggering 'in your face' golden brassy yellow.

But the most wonderful of all are the escapees - or, indeed some are 'born free'! - they fill every verge, every ditch, every tiny area of grass until there is not a space left. And they flaunt their freedom.

The cultivars all stand in regimented, though impressive, lines like soldiers on parade; but the 'wild' ones revel in their freedom: not for them the straight lines - they stand proudly in tall clumps or short clumps, free to be themselves, free to bloom or not to bloom, to be short, or tall, to be tiny and discreet or to be huge and flamboyant .

They will not have their heads lopped off and be dug up and sold: no-one will reproach them if they choose not to bloom this year: they will be all the more appreciated next year.

I love them.

Words by Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-04-22 at 10:54

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A beautiful poem about a beautiful flower. I love the use of regimented and the escapees, so true.

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Marie, Alan here .
So pleased to read your vivid poems.
Regards Alan

jim The PoetBay support member heart!

It is so very nice to see your name, and to read your words, again.

I love the concept of the "escapees." I feel like I've spent my life escaping one thing or another, I identify!

Lovely imagery, perfect as I begin this day.


Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the fact that you've taken that most Wordsworthian of topics, and made it vivid, and detailed, and alive, poetically alive (even though this is prose, and perhaps because this is prose!). This was a very enjoyable read. Thank you for posting it! Peace and light, Thomas D.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Reminds me of my trip home, driving,in March, after my mother's funeral: The daffodil being the national flower of Wales, I spotted flowering on the verges of the dual carriageway, violently whipped by the draught of air from passing vehicles. Small, spindly, large fat, all kinds, free to grow through the grime of passing traffic. A really enjoyable read, Marie. Blessings, Allen