Thanks for showing us what John’s doing, Clelia! It’s as if the poem is making a rule about what does and doesn’t belong in its purview: the visual “wrongness” of the word “daffodils” underscores the out-of-season uneasiness with which the sight of the flowers fills the speaker.
I saw crocus shoots yesterday, under the street trees on my block: they seemed early, too, but I consoled myself thinking that people had intentionally planted them to grow early. Daffodils growing wild in the woods, on the other hand? Something’s up!
Hi, thanks for the comments…. It was alarming to come across wild daffodils in a warm and springlike spell in mid-January… I was trying to convey the yellowness of the daffodils shining out of the dark of the woods, though ‘bloomin’ daffodils’ was a secondary thought….
I’m wondering if haiku on the theme of global warming may not become a whole new genre in the coming years……
There was a section entitled ‘Climate Change’, containing just such poems, in Hailstone’s 2005 anthology, ‘Enhaiklopedia’ (see Icebox Publications page). Not a genre, perhaps, but at least a common topic.