Category Archives: Poetry
In a Vase on Monday: Flung Spray and Blown Spume
Having had the nerines blooming in the Coop in mind for my Monday vase, I found myself also thinking of using one of my large shells, which then led on to thoughts of the sea. I have used a shell … Continue reading
And Oh! The Roses…
Behind the gate Are surprises, Something different Around every corner. And oh! The roses… A feast for the eyes. Cup of tea please. The sweet peas are early. A magical experience, Delightfully quirky. Everything’s late. Welcome! Have you Been before? … Continue reading
The Earth and the Fulness Thereof
Did I Close my eyes For a moment, Briefly Leave the room, Or turn my back? Were the trees Not bare With hardly a sprinkling Of green? Were the borders Not empty, Straggly and brown? Were posts Unclothed, Rosebuds Tight … Continue reading
Pathways
Inspiration Comes From many sources: A word A sight A sound A colour A memory A flash, Or gradual Consciousness Of an idea, Sometimes Arriving Fully formed, At others Winding, Twisting Gathering momentum And gaining ground Like tumbleweed, Forging Ahead … Continue reading
Equinox
Light and dark Are equal, Nothing else. The garden Is in flux, Reaching for T shirts Whilst pulling off Its winter coat, Snowdrops fading Amidst Spring brightness, Crab apples clothed In green, Birch and beech Naked And bare. Soon, The … Continue reading
End of Month View: No Corsets
The garden Unlaces its stays And exhales, Sitting back and Relishing the freedom. Time poverty, Benign neglect And Autumn Conspire To bring dissipation: Plants loll And jostle, Leaning against Their tipsy friends; Like squatters, Weeds take advantage Of the laxness, … Continue reading
A Tune for June
In the garden June Plays its own Music, Winter melodies Long forgotten, Spring’s gentle strains But a lingering haunt. June is strident, Brash, A clash of cymbals And resonant bass, Wild and innovative, Steady, rhythmic and dependable – All familiar … Continue reading
National Poetry Day: The Gardener’s Fickle Fingers
We are born, We die, And in between We live lives Of varying degrees Of usefulness, Our impact Subtle or Dramatic. In our gardens The plants Are the same, From humble weed To mighty oak; Born from seed Or Adam’s … Continue reading
Precious drops
After weeks without, The ground is dry And unforgiving, Plants parched And gasping For relief. Guilty watering Barely Wets their lips; This humanitarian gesture, This act of pity, Is sadly too late For some And it will be The strong … Continue reading
In a vase on Monday: Now We Are Six
Blogging For six years, And rambling too (vases came later); From brief And private Beginnings Came years Of friendship, Inspiration, And so much more: Many words, Many gifts, and A greater understanding Of my garden, Of the world And of … Continue reading