©1991 Susan Noyes Anderson
We set up housekeeping in an open mine field.
No tanks. No sweepers. No safety.
Daffodils looked harmless, but traveled
in armies. Hyacinths took prisoners.
Bluebells warned softly, wafted fragrant peril.
Sweet smells of danger.
Sweet sounds, too. Remember?
Landlocked sailors, lulled by sirens,
lured by lullabies, snared by soothing.
Who planted these bombs under blossoms? Sleep,
my child, and peace attend thee. Please.
Wildflowers and body parts. Sunshine
and sacrilege. Wave after wave of marigold
promises, yellow muletas fluttering welcome.
Beckoning, beguiling. Beautiful as babies.
Broken as trampled innocence.
Treacherous as the ground beneath our feet.
We sold our souls to the daffodils,
never thinking to step lightly.