Gardening (Poetry Monthly)

Cherry

By Philip Sidney

Sat, 27 Feb 2016
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8 comments
 

A boy tends plants under a foil sky

to the monotone of big-bulbed lamps

humming in electric unison.

 

White, silver, green

colour this pungent world -

but he can still dream in blue

                       

sip water from a hose

move his mind

to cool remembered shades

 

of stone and cloud and opalescent beetles.

 

Certificate 12
Poem

Comments

Submitted by london_calling79 on

A drug synonymous with freedom can still cause the most terrible lack of it whether from industry or addiction. I love the inhibiting foil sky and the sips from the hose.

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Too true, thanks LC. 

Submitted by EB on

It's all in there. Well done.

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thanks EB.

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thanks for the cherry :)

Submitted by a102866 on

A parallel world is created. Drug-induced memories on one plane, and euphoric scenes on the other plane. The opalescent beetles reminded me of the Beetles rock group and their yellow submarine! A well-constructed verse, Sir Phillip!

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

A real chlostrophobic feel. A green prison, with foil roof. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Helen

I learned a lot by reading the comments, and then rereading the poem.

Jean

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