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The moon was curious so
she donned a bobble hat and,
gathering her galaxy into a shopping trolley,
trailed along the grit street,
the wheels of her milky way wobbling
a little…
Face round and smooth, she
shone out among the crowd,
despite the woolly hat
and the trolley.
how the cut tulip stands
tall
fistfully defying all that
contains her
beauty opening full as the world
innermost
yellow heart and black thoughts
the weight of
colour
breaking her back
the edge of her
folding
as she bows, wiser
to the world
‘Women, prominent in the field of florists’ pinks, seemed to have little to do with tulips. The Miss Dalton who, at Lancaster Tulip Show on 22 May, 1826, won first and second prizes…was a rarity’. Anna Pavord, 2000, The Tulip: 205-6
