What She Loved…

~ What She Loved

Was the purity in the lily

Graceful petals

Reaching heaven bound

As porcelain arms in praise

And the twisting winding roses

Traveling the trellis

Scaling the distance

Between roo

t and also heaven bound

Permeating her world,

Her waters seeping sensual oils

Then the wildness of the tiger lily

Growing wild and free

Surviving without tending

The tender touch

of the gardeners hands

Not required,

still exotic the pulsating petals

And the bleeding hearts

Delicate, dainty

drops of colors fused

And the reality represented in the name;

All hearts bleed,

broken by love lacking

Neglected,

fragile petals drop as tears falling

What she loved was beauty

Beauty, in all forms, fashions

And on bended knee

She, the gardener

Singing her songs of praise

In her own garden of delights

.O’Prunty ©6/28/15***Mother loved symbolism.

The Saturday Evening Post April 2020 Limerick Contest Entry

The Saturday Evening Post April 2020 Limerick Contest EntryThe contest is this: write a limerick about the classic Saturday Evening Post picture.

I used to enter this contest regularly. I haven’t entered in a while. I won it one time with a limerick that I was surprised to win with as it had a bit of suggestive innuendo in it. The link to that winning entry is below:

Dreaded Whispers

Cotinus Young Lady-SmokeBush-Asitcomes

Been gardening again… I love this plant.

Strokes of moonlight smother
the inflorescent
whispers of the smoke bush

wavering against twilight’s
ghostly dreams
while pondering the water,
pondering depth and death.

Seed Catalogs

They arrive like expected guests

In the days after the New Year

A steady parade of seed catalogs

All shapes and sizes

From varying corners of the country

Filled with beckoning colored photographs

Of fruit, vegetable, & bloom waiting to fill the garden

Ready to awaken the winter-weary to a fresh frame of mind

The possibilities of the planting season.

A little box of heaven

I have a little box of heaven
which I’m watching carefully
As I’ve nurtured every seedling
as you would quite naturally

And yes, I know they’re on the small side
but they’re growing all the time
So I’m confident that fairly soon
I’ll be rewarded with a sign

Allotment IV (aka ‘A certain pleasure’)

There is a certain pleasure
at the end of a long day
to pop to the allotment
and have a little play

I might do some watering
or strim the grass a bit
or do a little weeding
or in the sunshine, sit

The Plant Place

Today we visited the plant place
Delighted in sturdy trees and shrubs
And many small flowers nurtured to full brightness
In a long slow chill spring

Allotment III

It’s June and the allotment
is looking like you wouldn’t believe
Far more than I think we hoped for
and more than we could conceive

Allotment II

The allotment’s looking lovely
if I do say so myself
We’ve been doing lots of digging
‘Cos it’s quite good for our health
We’ve got some fruit trees growing
and have planted lots of seeds
And in between the watering
have been pulling up the weeds

Allotment

We have a new allotment
It needs some T.L.C.
But it has a lot of promise
for a future yet to be
It’s got a lot of grass on it
which I will have to mow
But there’s some soil that’s ready
to use right now and grow

The Smell of bees

I saw my first bee today, hearing buzzing while weeding
I searched for the little fellow and found him
Bumbling around the Lungwort
Buzzing with glee in the surprise warmth
Black, gold with a red bum

The Everyday You

I’m in love with the every day you
hair pulled back
and green tennis shoes
blue jeans and tee shirt
under your nails – still – the dirt
from the garden full of roses
in bloom –
I’m in love with the everyday you

(not) Gardening

 

Garden needs a tidy up
Jasmine’s overgrown
Passion flower needs cutting back
Some time since grass was mown

Gardening

 

I have to get back out there
For one last tidy round
Before the damp and rain of autumn
Saturates the sodden ground

Approaching The Garden

Approaching The Garden

When it’s time to water the garden
throw open the gate.
Prepare a path
for fairies and elves
and all things magical.

Ellespeth