We sail for daisies at midnight,
having joined the daisy navy
several nights ago
We sail for daisies, but you are still
inside your dark house. The time
draws near, and now I fear
that I will sail alone for daisies.
Will you remember my name, if I am
taken by the sea? Will you remember
my name in the harbor town —
my name and how valiant I was,
alone in my stem-green slicker,
alone and sailing for daisies?
Today’s prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads was to write a poem inspired by a Kandinsky painting. I chose The Golden Sail (which is covered by fair use):