wilderness in my pocket

I left a corner of my garden untended

gone to seed

 

first out of laziness

then out of beauty

 

stray butterflies rambling

and bumblebees

squeezing into bluebells

like Rubens models in boutique cubicles

 

speckled thrushes strutting
dusty sparrows courting

a lady blackbird

listening under the artemisia

 

the field hare bunny
covering
under the dog rose nanny

there's a wilderness in my pocket

and a smile

in passing





Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2012-06-08 at 14:47

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
My thinking, exactly, but not my wife's.
2012-06-10


countryfog
I'll take a corner of nature left to its own devices over a formal garden anytime. As you said, and said so well, the creatures we share our places with seem to prefer it too. The formal British gardens for example have always seemed sterile and contrived and somehow disquieting to me.
2012-06-08