Monday, April 19, 2010

Pollination management.

behind the picket fence is a quaint little cottage
suitably surrounded by the loveliest of gardens

moss cobbled paths edged with fragrant gardenias
sweet double roses, clematis and petunias

butterflies, birds and the bees are a-flutter
in a delicate humming that personifies summer

but inside the cottage the caretaker is weeping
for her life is a shambles and her fabric needs basting

she’s run out of butter with no offer of balm
this hymning and hawing has her feeling forlorn

through the windows she sees only grime on the panes
her irises are muddied and her mirror is blank

the honey crystallized while she waited on the clock
and locks on the gate have since rusted shut

3 comments:

  1. Really nice tone and language. I'm a fan of longish metrical lines so I enjoyed this.

    Lot's of good lines:

    "she’s run out of butter with no offer of balm"

    especially loved the sound of this.


    Bravo!

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  2. Thank you so much for reading and commenting, Gerry! :)

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