Irish Sun

Not biddable, dog-whistled
or sheep-herded;
not concerned with bleating
tourists restless
under shrouded promise
of Ben Bulben;
not wished up
by careless birdsong
nor suddenly gracious
to huddled daffodils
that wait patient
by the roadside,
a wink of gold
in green and gray,
green and gray
and green

Today’s prompt for NaPoWriMo is a “negation” poem.

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