I’m discovering summer in a new location, this year, which means different wildlife sightings, mainly of the floral variety.  I’ve never seen so many fine looking daisies and I’ve noticed a weed with a very pretty flower.  Looking at pictures online, it seems to resemble ‘dead nettle’ which has a bad reputation among gardeners.  In this poem, I’ve focused on the appeal of the flower and the fact the leaves can be used to make a restorative blend of tea, that can help allergy sufferers . . .

Dead Nettle,
the words have
a rattle. Death
should not belong
to soft lilac, or even
the green, wing-like
leaves that dress you,
coquettish weed.

You should
be named for
spring, the dainty days
when you bob-head
in grass, salute me
on my concrete path.

I will drink your fragrant tea,
take relief, as my fever dims.
No sting in your flowering.

K. S. Moore, May 2016

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K. S. Moore is a Welsh Poet and Writer, based in Ireland. Her poetry has recently appeared in The Stinging Fly, Southword and Crannog.Online magazines: Nutshells and Nuggets, And Other Poems, and Ink Sweat and Tears have also featured poems. Meanwhile, flash fiction and short stories have been published in FlashFlood, Metazen, Number Eleven and The Bohemyth.K. S. Moore has been shortlisted for Flash Mob 2013, Blog Awards Ireland and 99 Fiction. She has performed at Waterford Writers' Weekend, Waterford Winterval and Swansea's Dylan Thomas Festival.


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