Song for my father

You belong to the wildflowers

After your old bones have cracked

and crumbled in the soil

There they will reclaim

the bits of dehydrated marrow

Molecule and helix

shooting onward like an arrow

 

Blood and plasma spills until

they ripple to the sea

where the salt does crystallise

to rusted irony

Roots and webbed mycelium

are swaying underground

binding you together

they are singing you the sounds

of a cacophonistic symphony

 

Drop by drop

bit by bit

hyphal tip to bearded lip

arteries do fill with flowing

waters from above

 

You belong to the wildflowers

dandelions drink your bones

woodruff keep you warm

Until the sun upon the stones

summons summer storms

 

There you'll rise a final time

as pollen be dispersed

In the air propelled by

solar currents

unreversed

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I've had this one laying around for four years, but I remember spending a lot of time getting the rhyme, imagery and rhythm working. All critique and feedback welcome!

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