My Pretty

By The Walrus

Wed, 29 Aug 2012
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© 2011 David Jasmin-Green

Removed from your idiot friends
you are a budding rose, a splendid flower.
You are an escapee from here and now,
a refugee from normality (whatever that is)
that my scheming mind abducted and marooned
in this warm, silent graveyard
in a cunning effort to concentrate the magic, the moment
that the summer rain was destined to tumble in fat drops
and germinate our shared grain.
 
Forget it then, if that's what you want - laugh it off.
Or replace the husk of your dried up flower with new buds
and let your suspiciously barren womb release
an unexpected strangeness from the garden.
Look again. Look closer.
No, silly, that's not nearly close enough.....
If you learn to look properly and consider what you see
you might realise that I bring you sunshine,
and like a big old ripe pumpkin
I'm full of seed to feed you
and warm up your insides.

Certificate PG
Poem
Alchemical Delights
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by Sooz006 on
Just what you need on a cold night. Another goodie. I didn't like this one as much as Poodle, but it's still a damned good read.

 

Submitted by The Walrus on
Glad you enjoyed it, Sooz.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Great stuff, Walrus...and we have quite a few pumpkins in the vegetable patch this year too;-) Tina

 

Submitted by The Walrus on
Glad you enjoyed it, Silver Spun Sand. It surprises me that you've done well with pumpkins this wet year, apparently it's the worst apple harvest in living memory and lots of fruiting plants haven't produced much.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
It is surprising, I agree, Walrus...my marrows are something else as well;-) Seriously though, they do say the price of fruit will almost double this autumn, but again, I got more than ten pounds of plums from a tiny plum tree I only planted in my garden last year, which can't be bad. Must be something about the clayey soil in deepest, darkest East Anglia.

 

Submitted by The Walrus on
There are some plum trees near my house that I harvest every year for fruit pies, and there's not a single plum on them this year. A friend, though, has a Victoria plum tree at the bottom of her garden, and it's so loaded with fruit that the lower branches are almost touching the floor. On her allotment the marrows and pumpkins did well until July and then the slugs and snails ate them down to stalks because, I guess, its been so wet.