[March challenge 2 – substituting something for something else]
I have forged you a crown
from hand-picked pieces
fired in sunshine yellow
whet with droplets of dew
polished by an army of millipedes
wearing boots of woven sugar stealers
I have grown you a gift
of golden chalices
ripened for royal arrivals
who stop to refuel as they transit the seasons
travelling on one-way tickets
to winter
to sleep
a deep sweet sticky sleep
I have made you a memory
hewn from a goldmine of time
to circle your thoughts
like a halo of hope
when days turn colder
and the seasons turn grey
This is lovely, Sarah, full of super images. I like the subject appearing only once in the title and the poem being full of buttercups without naming them. Not sure you need ‘of time’ in the second line of final stanza since you’ve already referred to ‘a memory’. I especially like the final two lines, ‘colder’ and ‘grey’ a super contrast with the summery yellow of the rest of the poem.