A poet’ s garden

POSTED IN contemporary poetry May 2, 2013

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A poet’ s garden

Ideas grow and flourish as I walk
a wilderness garden; I plant new seeds
of inspiration and renewal, tread the dark
rich soil of fertile imagination. In moments
of paroxysmal madness, I return to source,

a temple, gripped by roots of ancient
woodland; here I feel my way, expand
intuition that floods me in reddened waves.
I peer through vinacious mists of dawn,
drink tomorrow’s sun, captured

in drops of morning dew that hang
on natures tussie-mussie planting. I pick
a posie of words, on which each dew-drop
scintillates. I am a snake, the sun’s close
bosom friend, eyes of a predator,

I uncurl, writhe in hunger for new
language to digest, slough off old skins
side-wind across a rainbow bridge that spans
uncharted land, here I transform,
in auditory form, become a wild exotic.

 

by Gael Bage

UK