A Poem by Deryn Rees-Jones

Consider the Lilies 

In the last days we had agreed.  
O, there would be tenderness.  
Wildfires in the park, the ice  
breaking and the songy whine  
of breakage. 
How I wanted then  
to lie face down in the white sheets  
and slip out from my body.  
In a photo — y bryfedog – the Snowdon lily 
tucked in the grey rock of the mountain. 
Her green, fronding reach.  
The force of starry openness.  
Poems leant forwards, leant back 
into the strain of things. I wept  
like a caricature. I removed all question marks  
from my devices.  
You could wait years to see her bloom.   
And all I wanted, then, was for her — bright flower –  
to be nothing  
but herself and there 
as we lifted our selves up to the world 
with burning beautiful faces.

With thanks to Bernadette McBride

Deryn Rees-Jones is a poet and a critic. Her recent books include Paula Rego: The Art of Story (Thames & Hudson, 2019), Erato (Seren, 2019) and Fires (Shoestring: 2019). She is Professor of Poetry at the University of Liverpool and is currently in residence at the Citeì internationale des arts, Paris.