English GardenA Poem by BritanniaMemories of my garden in EnglandAre you still there Espalier? Do your arthritic fingers clutch the kitchen wall while you birth your summer blushed fruits? Blanched flesh dribbling. Does the moss trimmed quilt placed at your feet bleach rosy in the insipid sun, and shock scarlet with the rains? Does thyme march over the rockery wall and dandelions count your days with feathery clocks? A drifting calendar that lingers on your seasoned trunk. Is Rowan guarding the door? Pinnate leaves buffeted by westerlies. While runes course his berried branches, a crimson warning for the dark ones to stay away. © 2013 BritanniaAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on June 17, 2013 Last Updated on June 17, 2013 Tags: garden, england, rockery, rowan, rowan tree, witch craft, runes. AuthorBritanniaSetauket, NYAboutOriginally from England I have lived in a small village on Long Island for almost thirty years now. My career has been a checkered one, but on the whole a very enjoyable path of discovery. Starting ou.. more..Writing
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