Bunch

Sunflower

stuffed his face with seed-
gouty, corpulent, no space for dissent
or his teeth will fall out

Lily

dragging her bedsheets
and weeping behind -
pollinated bride.

Eggs and bacon (trefoil)

lift her literal hood
smell your breakfast cooking
glorious hobo

Hogweed

croned in the quartered air,
dancer flinging herself against the glass

the relief of letting arms fall
to sinuate as leaf or leaf-fall

Daisy 

white slips falling
gold at the heart
(also the making of all colours)
fine white slips
tipping her tongue

Pansy

violet seam
bruised cuffs
three faces in a little hood

Tulip

hold me up. 
black eye at the bottom of my cup.

Seed

A quiet host, dun and courteous, 
missive from the plant’s dropped light, 
thin coin with the light through -
I give it to nothing and no one.
The word is honesty