Pink Individual 

how dare this one young impudent

pink individual

rise up, disorganised, anarchic, flambuoyant

petal

dares to break with tyranny of tradition

with its own accord and colour swell

how dare bare blossoms break

bleak blight of uniform winter’s night

from the past blast of steeled

cold comes the future revealed

without reason except

the indiscipherable urgings of the season

such impulses in the social realm

would surely be crushed individuality has no power

but here in an anarchic natural dispensation

there are flagbearers for a thousand sweet origination

signposts for a diaspora of honey’d nations

of pollened population arising in bounty unsparing

Geoffrey Sykes