THE RECLINING GARDENER


On the first spring day of prolonged clear sunshine

she mows the lawns, weeds the paths, hoes the borders,

counts the figs, admires the honesty,

tends the low lavender hedge – then relaxes

on a lounger in front of the gazebo,

framed by clematis and magnolia blooms.

 

She sleeps, safe in the garden’s ivy clad

chambers – the alfresco rooms she has made

from soil ravaged by lime and gravel.

If she lies too long she will catch the sun –

a curious, promethean turn of phrase

yet right for a gardener who has acquired

from the air itself wild strawberries,

welsh poppies, common columbine, even

honesty. Perhaps I should not let her sleep –

but waking her seems always an intrusion

into the private solitude of dreams.

 

We have been in love for more than fifty years –

doppelgänger, alter ego; boxing hare,

comedy partner; devil’s advocate,

critical friend; anxiety’s balm, pearl

irritant; good companion, turtle dove.

She stirs – wakened, no doubt, by that slow passion

of plants – before I can rouse her with a kiss,

like any common or garden prince or frog.

 

 

 

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  1. #1 by Keith Johnson - August 24th, 2016 at 09:29

    Absolutely beautiful.

  2. #2 by Ian Craine - August 24th, 2016 at 10:40

    What a beautiful love song to Topsy that is, David.

  3. #3 by Howard Gardener - August 24th, 2016 at 11:38

    Excellent – somehow understated and yet rich with detail at the same time. Many congratulations to you both.

  4. #4 by Catherine Reynolds - August 25th, 2016 at 18:32

    What a beautiful way of expressing your love for the reclining gardener. Cx

  5. #5 by Theresa Brady - August 28th, 2016 at 17:38

    How beautiful. X

  6. #6 by Mary Clark - August 29th, 2016 at 20:28

    This is one of the best love poems I’ve ever read.

  7. #7 by Mike and Pat Rogerson - September 16th, 2016 at 19:56

    You paint a beautiful picture with your palette of words.

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