Monday, 1 March 2021


 Or Dydd Gwyl Dewi hapus!

Here in Penllyn the sun is shining and daffodils (cennin pedre) are in flower in gardens, on roadside verges and along the edges of farm tracks.  I've put a jug of daffodils on the kitchen window sill to celebrate the day.

There are thousands of varieties of daffodils from the modest wild daffodil to big showy colourful specimens planted in parks.  Old houses round here often have a variety of double daffodils.  I've noticed them ever since I was a child and I even see them growing round derelict cottages in the middle of nowhere.  I imagine a rep with great sacks of bulbs selling them from house to house one autumn generations ago. 

I decided to take the idea of daffodil flowers as trumpets and run with it.  The result is a jazzy poem with lots of wind intruments and musical allusions.  The names in italics are popular varieties of daffodil.

daffodils da capo


chrome blare
     municipal trumpets
parks     fanfare/fair
          in spring
such brash
     music     brass
          -y licks
big band     James Last

garden favourites
     housewives' choice
into pheasant's eye
          car horn toots
bugles     cornets

     odd ones
turning/tuning up
     toneburst     trombones
on forgotten riffs
     accident of birth
in whatever

that melody again
          folk songs
on a tin whistle
     damp earth     breath
          beside the lake


© Mary Robinson 2020 from Trace (Oversteps Press 2020)


  1. I love the idea of incorporating the daffodil names.

  2. Thank you very much, Caroline - I'm glad you liked it. And thank you for reading my blog.