LOGAN ~ poems to hang in a walled garden!

PLEASE SEND US YOUR POEMS!


Poet treeWalking With Poets is looking for ‘Poems to Hang in a Walled Garden’. They should be short, up to 6 lines.

We will hang them from the Poet Tree in Logan and create a virtual collection here.  This is the tree awaiting more lines.

Facebook them to us, send via comment on the blog, email to scottishpoetry@icloud.com.

Two short poems via email, by Maria Theresa Maggi, Idaho
indigo eaten
by clouds, whole moon eaten, too
now night has no eye

string of caught rain
on the bare branch
juicy apple

by Kirstie Macqueen
Scraping earth between the tangled roots
– each child makes their own mark
repeating what has gone before.

TwoLittle boy, do not throw your chewing gum
out of the car window
into the verge
a mouse baby will come smelling the juicy fruits
thinking it better than autumn blackberries

threeBoom, boom the water
rushing
bubble, bubble the fish
breathing.
Lily pads and stepping stones.

via blog from Gillian Prew
Bloom-up black bird wings-out like
a late tulip, like light. Bring sky,
bring the dead back, bring
down a shard of sun.

threeLogan’s garden gloats in its Gulf Stream warmth,
Here, among the cabbage palms,
the shaved trunks of tree-ferns
are topped with parasols
of green feathers

via blog from Rebecca McNeish (6)
Flowers are growing, it’s springtime.
Snowdrops and daffodils all around.
Flowers are growing on the wall,
clap your hands it’s summertime now.
Roses blooming, perfume fills the air
Oh how I wish that I could be there.

via blog from Rachel McNeish (8)
A walled garden is a magical place.
Plants growing, birds singing, insects crawling.
A place you can daydream,
a place to relax.
A walled garden is a wonderful place.

Roses  via blog from Carolyn Yates
See the roses,
the way they bloom deep-throated,
damask, ruby, cardinal.
Crimsoned to the core,
pulsing perfume before the storm.
Your hands cup their damaged heads,
a resurrection to the sun.

via blog from Vicklinde
Windows reflect back,
the view you have always seen
the grasses grow long
before you.  And a tick ticks
counting up from history.

via icloud from Evlampia Tsireli
Escaping from the cruel reality
which keeps us apart,
we created our own Eden, our secret floating Isle
-full of sins we are, but we reached the Tree of Life at last. 

via icloud from Joan Lennon
3 a.m.
a blackbird tunes his voice
in the white blossom
I play my part
and listen

via icloud from Elizabeth Faitarone
Love is waking up with sun rays,
drawing the curtains
feel its warmth surrounding you, sun is life
if trees can stand it in the dark
so shall I without the sun

via icloud from Valerie Goodman
Clouds chase the moon down
She puts on white stockings to
Seduce the mountain

via icloud from Catherine Ayres
Shadow on the bark
black fan
bulbous wing
soft, sharp, soft
dark moon
living thing.

via icloud from Laura Bissell
A springy carpet of lime under foot,
Vibrant and moist,
Prehistoric green dripping from boughs,
Shafts of light hitting a thousand pines
Not even a bird, or any living thing.
Except me.

via icloud from Amble Skuse
How swiftly
The shift from light to shade
the dapple of brilliance
blinds for a moment
and then
is gone

via icloud from Alice Tarbuck
It’s not as if the rain can’t fall, it can,
but it patters away like an old friend, gentle,
and the walls keep out the worst of the frost,
and the gate swings quiet, wood on metal.

via icloud from Linda Eve Diamond
Strange leaves are these
grown wild amidst the snow gum leaves.
Battered by breezes and sun,
back to the soil, ink drops will run.
These are the seeds of the poet tree.
Soon ribbon-stemmed haikus will bloom….

via icloud from Aileen Paterson
The garden of missing words
In the garden, unsaid words of love
blossom and whisper under the desperate sky.
Here are all the words I want to tell you.
Beautiful words, which in other worlds might bloom,
the shy and simple yeses opening to the sun.

tree for poemsvia icloud from Rita Bradd
Not quite so quiet
In the darkness of forest
Owl hoot breaks silence.
Bark and bark and bark
Dog fox, deer, tree trunk unite
Crack quiet forest.

via icloud from  Jeanie Harher
Hug to your pleasure-sensors
Hold, cherish, for the fraction of the day when
Squinting,
The sun squeezes in to the
Ageing, algae-colonised concrete of the suburban back yard.
I, too, am a verdant wild walled garden.

via icloud from Linda Eve Diamond
Deep in the story-rich Earth
a red seed trembled and burst

giving birth to the very first
Poet Tree.

You’d have to hear it yourself to believe
the rhythmic rustling of its leaves.

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11 thoughts on “LOGAN ~ poems to hang in a walled garden!

  1. Flowers are growing, it’s springtime.
    Snowdrops and daffodils all around.
    Flowers are growing on the wall,
    clap your hands it’s summertime now.
    Roses blooming, perfume fills the air
    Oh how I wish that I could be there.

  2. A walled garden is a magical place.
    Plants growing, birds singing, insects crawling.
    A place you can daydream,
    a place to relax.
    A walled garden is a wonderful place.

  3. Roses

    See the roses,
    the way they bloom deep-throated,
    damask, ruby, cardinal.
    Crimsoned to the core,
    pulsing perfume before the storm.
    Your hands cup their damaged heads,
    a resurrection to the sun.

  4. Hug to your pleasure-sensors
    Hold, cherish, for the fraction of the day when
    Squinting,
    The sun squeezes in to the
    Ageing, algae-colonised concrete of the suburban back yard.
    I, too, am a verdant wild walled garden.

  5. Goose feathers, white gray flecking the lawn,
    rimming the edges of the running track,
    the runner’s limbs flashing
    like sun light on bike spokes,
    churning with a machine’s precision,
    metallic flash of sparked Sun.

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