After positive feedback, I’ve been moved to publish more of my lockdown poetry.
When I say positive feedback, I’m referring to a comment received this morning following yesterday evening’s publishing of my sonnet Legacy To The Progeny …… An acquaintance so emotionally stirred by my prose they posited “I tell you what, Gary….. That poem was nowhere near as s***e as I thought it’d be!!”
This piece an updated version of a poem I penned relating to the garden of my marital home….. A place of serenity and aesthetic beauty I miss dreadfully:-
Jardin Sanctuaire
Kaleidoscopic sanctuary, redolent of perfume
Beautifying Castle of Englishman, with Caledonian moniker
Nurtured over a score summers with scheme and graft
Perennial pride of Englishman and stricken betrothed
Source of fleeting liberty from existential foreboding
Nature’s sword against unyielding angst
Jardin avec cornucopia of colour
Irises a sight for sore irises
Lilly the pink, not of Scaffold offering
Nectar rich foxglove stands stoic against mollusc’s relentless assault
Lavender bouquet fit for veiled half of matrimony’s bouquet
Horticultural majesty amongst suburbia of bustling metropolis
Diminutive garden in God’s own county
No water-feature like vast parkland of which to boast
Fret not David as thy allure cannot be usurped by Goliath
Your volition forbids aesthetic acquiescence to foes of scale
Hold thy petal rich stems vain-gloriously high
No peacock display can transcend thy chromatic splendour
Solar rays are no longer your bed fellow my kaleidoscopic sanctuary
Although capriciously seeking short term suitors in other climes
Fear not as their heart is yours, Englishman’s garden
A rendezvous may be only a handful of hours away
When the thirst quenching water bequeathed by the Englishman
Along with the warmth of their touch will re-invigorate once more.
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