Anemone Poem by Katerina Neocleous

Anemone



Such simple chemistry unlocks
a bulb's code - water, light
earth, air - so you can hold its flower;
like this wood anemone
cupped in my hand, for you to see.

What makes the heart more than
a living pump, this animated lump
of vein and blood?
What kind of occult key
can bare its bud

to occupy a season of its own
as if it had been dormant,
not a stone?
A constant love like these
winter anemones.

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