Dandelion

Poem

Dandelion

Lion paws spring in a warm 
roar from beneath my feet
Bus stop prayer to a 
cement covered shrine
Low maintenance gold mine 
Gut flushing, yellow haoled petals
No medal but polinator bliss,
sunlit piss, oiling toughened hands 
to mend the weeds
Long fanged leaves
bite the bitter with the sweet
Honeyed throats soothe the sting
of silent athems as
light gathers tightly
Fertilising wisdom into
ovarian assemblies of
silver starry manes
Gashedak across border lines
Holding all our names
a cyclical letter to the wind
A wishing chariot sowed
with a fighting whisper
leaving stems turning pink
in blushing innocence
Ephyrae in cordage resistance
To plunge in a sea of eyes
Medusa will always rise

Photos by Constança Saturnino