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  • PAINTING PARADISE

    If I were a painter – and I would have

    so many memorable titles – I would paint

    your garden in all its rooms and seasons:

    across the high back wall spring’s coral pink

    clematis; summer’s sword-leaved, red-flamed

    crocosmia by the aquamarine

    gazebo; the white, weathered table and chairs

    and the acer on the dark-brick terrace;

    plants inherited, self-seeded, handed on

    in stewardship – a world compendium.

    You are the architect, builder, labourer –

    and only begetter: ‘Sylvia Among

    Her Sonnets Without Words’.

     

     

     


    4 responses to “PAINTING PARADISE”


    1. John Williams Avatar

      Some mesmerising lines, David, such as ‘crocosmia by the aquamarine gazebo;’ and ‘self-seeded/handed on in stewardship…’. Overall, a fine cumulative effects of colours and sensations, until the resolution in ‘a world compendium’ – such a great expression. Of course, ‘the only begetter’ compels.

    2. John Huddart Avatar
      John Huddart

      On the money!

    3. Mary Clark Avatar
      Mary Clark

      I like this: ‘plants inherited, self-seeded, handed on/in stewardship – a world compendium’.

      That’s gardening! Wonderful poem.

    4. Claudia Barlow Avatar

      As always, yours is the poetry I love to read.

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