Buttercups at Mt Cook

This Friday’s poem is by Diane Brown from her collection learning to lie together, published by Godwit in 2004.

Buttercups at Mt Cook

 

all day I try to remember

the rhyme, then conclude

 

there wasn’t one

it was just a game

 

for idle moments

in paddocks, the placing

 

of a buttercup

under the chin

 

the question

do you like butter?

 

there wasn’t a choice

back then, we all

 

said yes knowing

if there was no

 

yellow reflection

we were deemed liars

 

today I leave

the buttercups alone

 

there are too few

these are white

 

and butter is bad

for you now

 

– Diane Brown

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