The Buttercup Prediction
The Buttercup Prediction
I remember all the truth
Held in a buttercup;
Petals stroked your soft throat
With all the sharp proof of a knife,
Whilst I, the jury, deliberated
And announced the verdict;
“Guilty; you like butter!”
Then we blew the heads off dandelions,
Crushed rose petals for perfume,
And made a chain-gang of the daisies.
S P Oldham
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