Day 321: A Hymn to June

'Iris, Goddess of Summer' Print by Carol Cavalaris

'The only word she speaks is yellow'.... 

I always see June as a yellow month. All that sunshine. Here's a poem something along the same idea lines, but much more exquisite, as only Alice Oswald can do:

Yellow Iris - Alice Oswald 

It's early morning

and a woman

from a previous

world is wading

up the stream.

Very stately and

sturdy with double-

jointed elbows she's

still in her

grave clothes,

her crinkled three-ply

surcoat made of

cloth of June.

She has one

gold-webbed glove,

one withered hand.

She's resting, considering

her next pose,

behind the blades

of slatted blinds.

Her name is

Iris, the Rainbow,

the messenger, the

water's secretary, the

only word she

speaks is 'yellow'.

Lost ghost Queen

of the Unbetween

it's lovely listening

to the burp

of mud as

she sinks her

feet right in.