Attack.
Near a clifftop crevasse at sea-drop edge
I found an old garden
between windward and lee.
Facing the ocean and small rock enclosed
its blossomless graveyard
exposed hope walled in weeds.
Persistent attack infested their corner
for no storm-shaken plant
survives saline as feed.
Deserted by labour only sad ghosts
haunt this thorny lost track
to abandonment's dream.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I once found an abandoned garden and wrote thought on why and when - the image however is not of that same place or of myself.
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Really love this - into my vaves.
Cornwall has so many relics of past activities. Plenty for the poetic mind to dream upon and play with whilst others ride the surf.
Ghosts of yesterdays stir the poets soul.
Good write Fay.
I suppose once upon a time the sea was in the distance, but as we see all around Britain, she's reclaiming the land.
A fine write, Fay.
How utterly amazing .. I thought your image resembled that of a well .. although looking at the scale, it would have been one helluva big well ...
You paint a fine picture of what remains of someone's previous dedication, love and hard graft ... Nature doesn't hang about when it wants to reclaim something neglected does it .. and I imagine in Kernow the pace is somewhat speeded up ................ Neville x
Reading your poem and your comment immediately reminded me of the book and movie “The Secret Garden”, which I never get tired to viewing. I am awed by deserted places and imagine the beauty they once held, that poets, such as yourself, ignite
Very good words Fay, I wonder what memories that garden would have.
Andy
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