today’s doodle – West coast poppies

orange poppies

Today’s quick doodle was based on photos I took of some poppies along the sea wall in Victoria this summer. What a wonderful colour they were – so vibrant and cheerful!

UPDATE: New poem from Tom takes an interesting approach to the viewer of these poppies…

I drifted lonely in a daze
though silent streets and empty crowds
befuddled by morphia’s haze
my ragged head in fluffy clouds
of chemical-contented warm
that wrapped my skinny, sickly form

when what should catch my glassy eyes
but the source of all my thoughts
a patch of burnished poppies flies
its petaled flags burnt-orange hot
that touched some smoldering waste within
this sack of bones and punctured skin

arresting now my downward drift
so that I could contemplate
the passing beauty of this gift:
a poison flower that I should hate
for though it took away my pain
it left me broken, halt and lame

but in that moment it returned
the certainty of something more:
a beauty in the world that burned
within my bruised and beaten core
which was enough to turn the tide
while poppies in the fields abide.

Copyright (C) 2012 Tom Radcliffe

image (cc) 2012 Hilary Farmer

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4 Responses to “today’s doodle – West coast poppies”

  1. I love the comic book feel and movement!

  2. I drifted lonely in a daze
    though silent streets and empty crowds
    befuddled by morphia’s haze
    my ragged head in fluffy clouds
    of chemical-contented warm
    that wrapped my skinny, sickly form

    when what should catch my glassy eyes
    but the source of all my thoughts
    a patch of burnished poppies flies
    its petaled flags burnt-orange hot
    that touched some smoldering waste within
    this sack of bones and punctured skin

    arresting now my downward drift
    so that I could contemplate
    the passing beauty of this gift:
    a poison flower that I should hate
    for though it took away my pain
    it left me broken, halt and lame

    but in that moment it returned
    the certainty of something more:
    a beauty in the world that burned
    within my bruised and beaten core
    which was enough to turn the tide
    while poppies in the fields abide.

    Copyright (C) 2012 Tom Radcliffe

    Love the image! We had a cluster of poppies much like this one behind the house I grew up in. For whatever reason this reminded me of Wordsworth’s daffodils, and the image of a junkie (of which there are sadly many on the West Coast) finding the beauty of the poppy enough to turn their life around when at it’s lowest ebb seemed like an interesting twist.

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