Monday, June 23, 2008

My Garden



My garden

Is where the earth is like a fist--

Good luck, honey,

Getting anything from this.


My garden

Is where the rain falls down and breaks--

Shards spread out like swans

On glittering shattered lakes.


Come around my garden

Come around the wall

Come around in darkness

Come around at all.


My garden

Is full of flowers black and grey--

They grow best in rainy midnights,

They only die by day.


My garden

Is made of root and rock and bone--

Growing backwards in negation

And even scent is made of stone.


Come around my garden

Come around the wall

Come around in darkness

Come around at all.

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10 comments:

Wordcrafter said...

Beautiful garden FB, and glad you found useful listing your favourites too, it is a great idea to get others to read those pieces you like best.

Cynthia said...

Amazing poem, Shay! A hypnotic chant. A rhyme scheme that plays
like rain. This garden sounds deep
and mysterious, hard to get to,
and full.

Fireblossom said...

Thanks, gals!

Mary said...

Oh I can so empathize with the garden.. and I absolutely loved the way you worked with repetition!

Jingle said...

stunning garden,
enjoyed your talent here.

paul said...

This is a lovely poem, Fireblossom.

I loved these lines...

'Shards spread out like swans

On glittering shattered lakes.'

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Whoa, this is powerful. I love the metre, love "good luck, honey, getting anything from this." I love the rain breaking and shards spreading "like swans on glittering shattered lakes." Wish I had written that:) Really good poem!

signed...bkm said...

love it - glad you reposted this piece... do love the rhythm of the piece - the images are great like Sherry Blue Sky said the "shattered lakes" - like broken glass..cheers...bkm

Diane T said...

Obviously you are a night person who sees the garden in black and gray! So well written. It delighted me, Shay.

Carrie Burtt said...

Love your unique view on the garden! :-)