...follows soft the Sun
—Emily Dickinson
Daisy, give me your answer, do.
Made into a frail chain,
placed on a maiden’s head.
Plaintive in song and style.
Day’s eye open to the sun,
edible, as in
the artichoke family,
.
Purity, loyalty, patience,
a girl-scout beginner,
a first-rate person.
Fresh as a daisy.
Yellow bellied,
waving the white flags of your petals,
to be stripped one by one.
Whoopsie daisy.
Daisy ham aka Boston butt
boned and smoked,
shot by a Daisy Air Rifle.
Pushing up daisies.
Damn.
Poem by Ellen Foos
Ellen Foos is the founder and publisher of Ragged Sky Press and was the recipient of a fellowship to the MacDowell Colony and the Vermont Studio Center. Her first collection of poems, Little Knitted Sister, was published in 2006 and her poetry has appeared in U.S.1 Worksheets, Contemporary American Voices, Edison Literary Review, and the Curator. A chapbook of poetry, The Remaining Ingredients, won honorable mention in the 2015 Rachel Wetzsteon Chapbook Contest.
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