I walked around the garden, and did think.
If I had my own how would I create?
With enclosed space I’d make myself here sit.
Comfortably, and I could have tea and cake.

From broad leaved plants a wooden structure made.
Encouraged Ivy, wrap and grow agreed.
And reached the clouds, a giant gave shade.
Magnolia, high blossoms mixed and spread.

And what prevents those plans, but these strong winds?
Designed my dreams, and nothing there was built.
And what sets traps, but these two walls behind?
Soft creaks, strange branches have metallic rings.

So, with these basics I could make, perhaps,
Plans, but winds stir up finding the small gaps.

 

Angela Porter is a poet living in England.

Featured Image: “Lady in a Garden” by Edmund Blair Leighton (1853-1922)

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