The Arbour

the pink crocus twins
by the cannon ball tree,
seemed to take her side again,
their heavy fragrance
pollinating the emptiness around her;

every day in the still-dark,
sitting on the broken park bench,
the sky still splattered
in a million dew drops,
variegated dreams,
like apparitions,
fading slowly over the trees,
the flowers
whispering softly in her ear;

the cactus flower in its raspy voice,
chanting Ghalib and Blake,
wrapping heartache in honeyed metaphysics,
uncovering mandalas in her pain;

a solitary white brahmakamal,
wilting in the first breath of dawn,
an ephemeral prototype
of eternal love unborn;

and like a schoolyard bully,
dragging her petrified thoughts,
a trail of yellow button roses,
stretching to the arbour beyond;

where the bruised ivy grew,
where the tongue-tied lilies knew,
where ice cold fear crept,
where redacted memories flew;

every day in the still-dark,
the heady screams rising slowly over the trees,
the flowers whispered in her ear.

Linked to the Poets United midweek prompt “bullying”.
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20 thoughts on “The Arbour

  1. Oh! How gorgeous!:
    “the cactus flower in its raspy voice,
    chanting Ghalib and Blake,
    wrapping heartache in honeyed metaphysics,
    uncovering mandalas in her pain . . .:
    And how terribly alone.

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  2. Another feast of imagery – cleverly wrapped in flowers – that bruised ivy so very palpable as she sits on the bench..and yet there is indeed sanctuary and the whisper of flowers – sometimes they can tell us the sweetest things in the most bitter of times

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  3. I often wondered whether flowers and other plants could communicate with each other. Now clearly they can even with humans but of course we all know that don’t we? If only we would take more notice of what they were saying I am sure they would show us how to live more beautiful lives. A beautiful poem.

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    1. I am certain they do. Once I was playing a game with my children, I had left clues around the room and they found one in my prayer plant – they all screamed right beside the plant when they found it and the plant visibly started to shake in terror. I had to calm it and spray it with water ….it was rather amazing. Not to mention the plants at Findhorn, which responded to the people talking to them and grew bigger than any ever seen.

      This is a very intriguing response to the prompt, and your imagery is just spectacular.

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      1. That’s amazing.. am quite sure there is a lot we don’t know about how other creatures communicate.. and in any case we as humans seem to have lost the art of subtlety. Thanks so much Sherry.

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