urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:dispater Dead winds’ and spent waves’ riot In doubtful dreams of dreams Aidan Pieter 2008-01-14T05:00:16Z urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:dispater:434 Poppies in October 2008-01-14T05:00:16Z 2008-01-14T05:00:16Z Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.<br />Nor the woman in the ambulance<br />Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly --<br /><br />A gift, a love gift<br />Utterly unasked for<br />By a sky<br /><br />Palely and flamily<br />Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes<br />Dulled to a halt under bowlers.<br /><br />O my God, what am I<br />That these late mouths should cry open<br />In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.