Ruined house, neglected garden midsummer

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I wade more than walk

through the long grass

here and there,

brambles of all heights

tug at my clothing

some trying to make good

their sinously thorny escape

over the crumbling surrounding stone wall


the air above the small brothy, limpid green pool

little hordes of insects and the like hovering


dawdling and taking too much notice

of a beautiful butterfly flitting about on

and glorifying the unsightly verdurousness

causes me to catch my knee

on a rotting garden bench obscured by waist high overgrowth


I pull the grasses aside

and there on an oval brass plate

left hanging by a single screw on the splintery backrest

the etched words



(  their little piece of heaven )

           now together





◄ Summing up

Finale ►


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Wed 31st May 2023 08:33

My garden has been allowed to grow wild and wonderful.It's so natural ,like looking out at the diversity of our countryside.My daughter was up from posh down south last week and when she saw my garden ,she loved it.My bench is not overgrown but beginning to crumble but still safe to sit on and admire the diversity of my natural environment.Great poem Grace.Well done 😀

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Bethany Sallis

Tue 30th May 2023 22:25

I'll come back to read some more Grace later so that I don't clog the comments box but suffice to say your writing skills are truly impeccable!

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Grace Meadows

Tue 23rd May 2023 10:45

oh thank you John, what a nice and very welcome surprise.

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John Botterill

Tue 23rd May 2023 10:40

Beautiful description and sentiment, Grace. Thank you

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Grace Meadows

Tue 23rd May 2023 10:30

I really and gratefully enjoyed all of your lovely comments gentlemen and as always, appreciated the very welcome and encouraging likings, Leon, thanks but I think that since the poem has been acceptable in its present form, I'll leave it as it is, however, I do appreciate your suggestions.


Sat 20th May 2023 00:10

Hope you don't mind me suggesting two alterations to your amazing poem Grace

perhaps shorten the title to just Neglected Garden
and the etched words adjusted to

( our own little piece of heaven )

and in case you need to know-
my backside takes a size nine boot ( with a sock in if necc 😂 )


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Greg Freeman

Fri 19th May 2023 08:28

A beautifully observed poem about a wild garden, Grace, even before the poignant moment at the end.

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Fri 19th May 2023 07:08

Thank you Grace.
A neglected patch of garden is in truth, not "neglected" at all, but is as nature intended, and so can bring serendipity, with a unique beauty of its own.

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Manish Singh Rajput

Fri 19th May 2023 04:31

You've brought a lively garden into this poem so beautifully, Grace. Love any poem relating to flora and fauna. Loved the juxtaposition, especially, where you have mentioned that the bench is rotting by waist high overgrowth of grass.
Thank you.

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