Poetry

Jingle for a Dream

A riff off “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” (W.B. Yeats)

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Let me sell you a warm, say,
cabin:

sumac glow—slow dripped,
strains of purple you’ve never heard, distant
bees with close honey—skin sipped.

Outside are glimmers
of beans, spiral songs of gossamer
finches, milky-free feet, drifts
good enough to eat.

In cushions of morning, close
necklets of lake

sweetening brews, a gaggle of buds
and a delivery winged to your doorstep:
your intuition …

you follow a glistening thread so pure
that when you jingle it,
no voice tells you not to.

© Linda Kohler 2024. All Rights Reserved.

I know the longing in Yeats’s poem — the yearning to live away from it all, in nature, where you can hear your heart and higher self speaking. To be wittily ironic, I wrote my poem as an advertisement (admittedly, a tad longer than a jingle). I hope it’s sold you on the “bee-loud” dream.🌿

Quoting Yeats.