Garden Thoughts

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #253

Words:  tawny, mad, plaster, mist, tassel, creep, vine, chill, trap, crack, diverse, lucid

Chilled evening mist. She shrugs
tawny shoulders, as her gaze falls
on that silly statue of herself, cast
from a plaster mold. Shows cracks.
Lacks strength. Ivy vines creep
across the neck, seeming to trap
it in a choke hold. She thinks it is mad
to see herself in stone, standing
alone in this vast, diverse
garden where pink peonies,
and yellow tea roses surround
a fountain.  Resin rabbits,
frogs, and turtles fill up yard.
From vegetable garden, cornstalk
tassels nod their disapproval.

Why did they think she would be pleased
to inherit this gothic house,
and enormous lifelike figure?
Must not have been lucid at the time.
Chimes ring, encouraged by wind
picking up speed. She will go
inside, pour some wine, pine
yet another night for her lost love.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are in the process of returning to New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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13 Responses to Garden Thoughts

  1. I hope she learn to love that mansion.

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  2. What a sorrowful tale. It does sound a bit creepy!

    My Sunday Threesome!

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  3. oldegg says:

    “Wine, pine yet another night for her lost love”. That is all part of the grieving process but discarding the useless mementos is much more difficult…I know for I still have too much.

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  4. Jae Rose says:

    What a unique point of view – i could picture her int he garden..at first i thought she was a statute but perhaps she is more ‘frozen’ ..i would imagine gothic houses make it hard to shake off the trail of those thoughts..

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  5. Sherry Marr says:

    Gothic or not, a free mansion is nothing to sneeze at, LOL. I enjoyed this tale, with all of the wonderful descriptions….I especially loved the cornstalk tassels nodding their disapproval.

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  6. Kerry O'Connor says:

    This was a very intriguing set of words to work from. I think the premise of one regarding a statue of themselves is a unique starting point for the whole poem.

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  7. whimsygizmo says:

    This is just wonderful, Sara…your use of internal rhyme here is so pleasing to the ear. I feel her angst…I crave green grass, trees, sky.

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  8. rosross says:

    Wonderfully woven.

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  9. colonialist says:

    Words well spun into the tale.
    Of course (adding a bit of levity) it does depict her probably having got plastered to have got plastered, and now going inside to get plastered again!

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