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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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.
ReplyDeleteAmazing poem, Shay! A hypnotic chant. A rhyme scheme that plays
ReplyDeletelike rain. This garden sounds deep
and mysterious, hard to get to,
and full.
Thanks, gals!
ReplyDeleteOh I can so empathize with the garden.. and I absolutely loved the way you worked with repetition!
ReplyDeletestunning garden,
ReplyDeleteenjoyed your talent here.
This is a lovely poem, Fireblossom.
ReplyDeleteI loved these lines...
'Shards spread out like swans
On glittering shattered lakes.'
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!
ReplyDeletelove 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
ReplyDeleteObviously you are a night person who sees the garden in black and gray! So well written. It delighted me, Shay.
ReplyDeleteLove your unique view on the garden! :-)
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