All the Daffs are Dead
written by: J.Ahlberg
@anothermadidea
The infamous poem I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth, echoes in this piece. Wordsworth and his famous daffodils embody the romanticism movement in poetry. This is a lament and a response to the original by Wordsworth. What is romance today?
All the daffs are dead my dear
All the daffs are dead.
The rows of gold with bobbing heads
Are tarnished, withered clear,
They gave up dancing in the breeze
The spring it brought a daff disease.
They bring with them the very first
Sign that winter’s gone,
And as they shrivel to the hearse
Their yellow crowns turned down,
We notice not their somber song
For in their place new shoots appear
The promise of what’s to come.
All the daffs have gone my dear
All the daffs have gone.
The blokes on blokes trailed back-to-back
Have nothing but a saddened tear,
They joined the gym to slim and thin
Swipe right for love and naked skin.
Wander loveless like a cloud
Immersed within a social crowd.
Partners did they seek enmasse
United by their loneliness.
Their roots did break
And bonds were fake
Romance was sold
In marigold.
Those dead, dead daffs
Aren’t coming back
With yellow heads
And loveless lack,
Those dead, dead daffs
Are shamed and lewd
Alone in wistful solitude.
Romance is dead
The daffs said so,
Romance is dead
Just so you know,
Swipe right
To try a Tinder date
Swipe right
To meet your soul and fate,
And dance with dormant daffodils
Consumed with empty cheapened thrills.
Now all the daffs are dead my dear
Now all the daffs are dead.
- Yours Sincerely - December 21, 2018
- Interview Q&A With J.Ahlberg - December 11, 2018
- Gold - November 26, 2018
