Dig

I was in my garden yesterday

Dig out your face from under the black cake,

count the trees or break the sleep of stones.

Lost the harmed eyes of earth, voiceless childe ;

hidden northern god of rain and wood.

Look for the wet box of pictures, coins and string ;

the old Ford ; the trunked dried roses and

the bombed shreds of childhood.

Look for the broken mask, deep and young,

rootless in the dark leaf mess.

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

A wonderful poem, so well written. Makes me think of all the secrets the earth has hidden deep within, gathered for many thousands of centuries just waiting to be unearthed and lives now lost remembered again.

[luviva]

ohhh so great, intresting and lifting to see that someone like you still sits back and realishes what it used to be in your childhood. you know thats why i say that kids should be treated with care and give them the memories to hold on when the going get tough for them. you know,....... nice one and easily relatable to.

[AYVID N]

Awesome metaphors and a beautiful analogy drawn of a lost life unearthed in a worn-out old garden...
Interesting and great to read.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A deep rich and expressive poem Leslie that gets right down into the earth. Very well written and contains beautiful metaphors.You gardners! this is the second gardening poem I've read today.