Yellow but Moreso
How odd that flowers glow.
Flash that acid-bright,
lens-scratching flare
that sears eyes,
draws drivers to turn heads
and me to stand and gaze.
It’s too fierce, fizzing, sharp.
Too downright bright for nature.
Impossibly, improbably, yellow.
Not yolk, primrose, daffodil,
sunshine, sulphur or topaz.
Not amber or dandelion.
It fluoresces.
Sharp as hi-viz vests.
Yet if it is an anomaly,
a throwback,
an agricultural morph forward,
I like it.
Nothing has such visceral power
as a spreading, vast,
lemon and vinegar
smack-in-the-eye, field of rape
Miki Byrne has had three poetry collections published, work included in over 170 poetry magazines and anthologies and has read on Radio and TV. Miki also ran a poetry writing group at The Roses Theatre, Tewkesbury. She is disabled and lives near Tewkesbury. Gloucestershire.UK.