Midnight In Moira's Garden
While Moira stinted not on Jacob's Creek
Red wine was a fine art I never mastered
That Saturday night was an epic session
We strode naked in her garden, plastered
My memory of events is somewhat vague
A thorn ripped the seat of my underpants
Then I was rolling about the grass, stinking
Of cat-shit, eaten alive by nocturnal ants
Moira was concerned about a hedgehog...
Sunday 20th September 2020 12:13 pm
like snowflakes on my tongue
and melt in my soul
like ice on the garden pond
in the memory of water
Monday 10th February 2020 1:48 pm
The rose recognizes the beauty of the sunflower, all the while self-assured in her own. She does not envy the golden beauty for her appeal to you
She knows better - she has guarded her stem from the likes of your fingers and the fingers of those before you, and the ones that will come after
She knows that while you, selfishly and ignorantly, believe the garden to be created for you...
Saturday 14th December 2019 2:59 pm
My beautiful Spanish Rose,
the most fragrant flower
in a crowded garden,
withstanding harsh winters
and choking weeds
Tuesday 27th August 2019 6:32 pm
The old man stepped out into the garden and stood in the sunshine. Warm, yes, but not too warm to work. He collected the battered barrow from the shed. In it a kneeler and a bucket containing gloves, a trowel and secateurs.
There had been five weeks without significant rain and at the end temperatures had been up in the mid to high thirties. Now, after some good downpours, the garden was just ...
Wednesday 31st July 2019 8:59 pm
An Unknown Garden
Long I laboured
through the seasons
through the years
on the plot:
as digging blistered my palms
and the soil grew fertile
as digging pained my back
and plants grew strong -
beside the deep dug pond
with its little stream
where I placed fish
an unplanned golden feast for a heron
and an otter
And as e...
Sunday 31st March 2019 11:38 am
I step out
Into that mystic choir
That holds my heart
Where time, standing still,
Moves with the seasons
Quietly changing my world
With its elemental tune
While my song is barely heard:
A contrapuntal whisper
Struggling for harmony
For my land is my chancel
Hymns hum soft on its breezes
And prayer rises in its stillness
In this quiet place of remembrance...
Saturday 14th April 2018 11:43 pm
Let me return to past, let me recall tonight
With me cries, each corner and wall tonight
What let flowers to slit throat in my garden
Who has invoked the curse to fall tonight
My screams have awoken people from sleep
Separation to be mourned in rainfall tonight?
He might be Abbas-e-Ali collecting tears
Mourners have sighted him tall tonight
Mirza, your phone is ringing since evenin...
Sunday 18th February 2018 4:26 pm
Winter from a Window
The empty stems of the fennel
Under umbrella heads of raindrops
Are perches for the waiting birds
The grey green sage leaves
Glow crystal white in the frost
Moss grows where the branch
Leaves the trunk of the bonsai
Its ruddy leaves falling
Amongst the yellowing leaves
A single crimson rose bud perishes
Yellow leaves have fallen from the dogwood...
Wednesday 15th November 2017 10:53 am
What is that glint
as the sod breaks and crumbles:
a sparkling hint
as I dig the dusty summer soil?
This old garden has gained lost treasures
of man, woman and child for centuries -
What lies uncovered?
Teased from the clod
I find a tiny glass heart and this ...
Sunday 15th October 2017 10:26 am
Much more than half my life ago
Some chance led us to this place;
Now, my heart is caught and held
By the peace of its earth and space.
Some while past, when first she left me
I could not make my soul adjust
But cached it safe within the plot
Beside her memory and her mortal dust.
And as the family aged and spread
My lonely tenancy grew content
Wednesday 23rd August 2017 10:14 am
A Garden Party
And the flowers unfold and smile
Then we gnomes will be ready to do what we must do
We'll prepare for the party with style
Haul out our toadstool chairs and bunting
We've been ironing the table covers since the break of dawn
We find it far more fun than fishing and than hunting
Thursday 23rd June 2016 2:43 am
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