Lie here with me, love, and hold close to your
eye this daffodil: sunlight’s reflection
captured in its petal, veins like ochre
rays grasping for connection—affection’s
symbol in constant reaching. Perianth
like a rippling, rising Van Dyke collar
defines all delicate flesh. Hexacanth
stigma stretches like bird talons; pallor
of lance-shaped styles dramatize each beaded
claw. Now consider how each blossom holds
toxic lycorine. Recall the myth: He’d
expire from self-obsession—uncontrolled
gazing at mirrored image blooming pride—
this flower rising up from where he died.
Roger Armbrust
March 17, 2009
