Mildew Fields and the Rise of Me

a Poem by Emily B

I rise, with the daffodils in my garden

it grows a blooming ladder to heaven

I climbed until

I pierced through the blue sky

I found the sun and drank from it

And left a hole the heavens.

Oh but then the familiar night,

it stitches itself onto my mildew fields

Killing all my flowers

I fell down deeper than earth

Naked and wounded in a dried up field

But beneath the dead leaves

The earth holds all my seeds

And next month daffodils are in season again