I didn’t know what it was like until once
near the pond at Castle Howard
Arboretum my mother said,
Can you see the meadowsweet?
Perhaps I'd have thought it was cow
parsley if it weren’t for its honey scent.
I was reminded of this yesterday
as I glanced out of the train window
and there were stalks of it along
the railway line, flashing by
like clotted cream on a fork.
Then I thought of the seeds I bought
in Wells which never sprouted,
the plant I dug up from the roadside
that was dead before I got it home,
and wondered whereabouts in a Devon
lane any of it grows, after which
my great-aunt's cottage was named.
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