Poem Recreation

This poem is part of a task I did for creative writing class.  We had to take an existing poem and ‘recreate’ it, by thinking about the essence of the original but then making something new.  The original poem I chose is ‘Daisy’ by Alice Oswald, from her collection Weeds and Wild Flowers (2009):

Daisy

I’m chosen, picked,

My dirty feet no longer

Snugly in mud.

Higher than ever,

I feel the cold air

Batter my lashes.

You set me down on

The palm of your hand,

Warm as a nudging worm,

And push your thumbnail in.

Our limbs are looped.

You lift us up to have a look.

Now I hang in mid-air, held,

To serve your summer

With my eye shut tight.

by Inez Cook