weave for me a dandelion ring – haikus

6 Jun

I wore a wedding ring once.

It wasn’t something Clayton gave me when we said our vows. No, instead we had exchanged hemp bracelets we made for each other the night before our wedding. Wait, that’s not right. I wanted to make my own bracelet, so he made his. Either way, they rotted off our wrists within a month. I wonder where the remnants are? You would think I would have saved something like that…

About a year after we were married, still brimming with love and affection for one another, we walked into a mall and came out an hour later wearing matching sterling silver bands. Each had cost around seventy five dollars.

I know, I know. I’m one classy girl, what can I say.

Four years later, I lost mine. It’s somewhere down at the park, maybe in the lake or under the sands of the volleyball court. That had been a fun day…

My finger has been bare for a year now. I have no wedding band to symbolize my love and commitment for my husband.

But, the thing is, you don’t need a band to symbolize that, when you wear it on you, like a permanent-marker-message to the forehead, everywhere you go.

My five-year-old daughter was wondering about dandelion necklaces today. She had seen the idea in a book and asked me if I knew how to make them. I told her that of course I did, and sat down with a fresh pile of dandelions to prove it to her. Our yard is generous in her production of them. I could try to my hearts content. But I failed. It was harder than I remembered. Finally I asked her if a ring would do, and I wrapped it around her little finger and tucked in the end so that it stayed.

Beautiful. I kept looking at it. That dandelion made a gorgeous ring.

And I thought about my lost wedding ring. And I thought about my bare finger. And I thought about the gold and the white gold and the karats and the princess cuts and the blue diamonds. And I found in my mind a young couple, something like the lovers in Braveheart, poor in wealth, but rich in love, and I saw him weaving her a ring from a dandelion and her cherishing it because she cherished him. And even after it was rotted and gone, she still cherished it, because she still cherished him, ring or no ring.

And I realized I had to write about it. Because some things just need to get out.

I’m hoping to write a lot of poetry about dandelion rings, but today I started with haikus. I’ve never written any before today, but I’ve been seeing them around and thought it would be a good place to start. They keep a 5-7-5 syllable pattern, like the traditional japanese haikus, but I slipped in a 6 syllable line on one. From what I understand, haikus don’t work in the English language the same way they do in Japanese, so it’s okay to bend the rules a little.


A gold band means this-

Not a single thing to me.

I only want love.



Gold band, I need not.

Give me all your love and a

dandelion ring.



I lost my wedding ring

but not my love for my groom,

so I have it all.



Money, no, but love abounds,

and so let my ring be a

dandelion ring.



I love you, but you

are poor, so weave for me a

dandelion ring.


Which one is your favorite? Do you think they are all ridiculous and haikus are stupid? You wouldn’t be alone!

I like 2, 4 and 5 the best. If I had to pick one, I’d pick… 2? I’ll try to post more dandelion ring poems as I come up with them.



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