Once Upon Her Night Scented Garden
some time
during the night,
I quit kicking
dead leaves
and threw away
my secateurs ..
that was
not long before
I stumbled
upon those old
red brick steps ..
all eight of them
if my memory
serves correctly ..
and those,
which then led
to your most
secret of gardens ..
long before
that is, the pink
those gold
and the cream
anemones ..
together with
the topiary bay
and a sweet
night scented
jasmine
all got together
and held me
as their hostage ..
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Neville (
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I'm going to move aside and give other's room to let their imagination fly....as I'm not sure I have the capacity, Neville.......
... how very kind of you Dave
So, I asked Siri about secateurs and got nothing. I changed her accent in settings and then SIRI tells me Garden Shears. Gotta get me an Oxford I guess and then I see that Jasmine held you hostage but then I see flowers. Do I started again with a fresh Mi n d abd I really like it. BTW- I had Jasmine pictured like Halle Berry.
cor blimey guv'nor you do get around ..
I am with Dave, ambiguous
funny that, I can write with both hands too
Ha!
Ambiguity in your head 27.. not mine. Lack of metaphoric awareness is one way of describing my inability here.
A flowery write N. I might swoon in one interpretation of it! lol.
thanks for daring to take a peek
Now Fido consoles me - he says this is all about flowers, perfumes, gardens with grass, that sort of thing - nothing of 'excitement' for me, he says! 😁😊
Now a terrible joke - just call me Ambi - Mr Dextrous. Or Bambi - I'm a Guinea Pig Dude (GPD) as one poet says! Doh!
If you wander into the orchard, don't go picking any apples.
Try to keep this floral arrangement well-watered and fed.
The metaphor teases the mind. It drives the illusion, or should I say allusion. This is a classic. - Phil A.
Thank you so much Phil.. very much appreciated sir .. Neville
Beautiful poem that stirs beautiful images. Such a wonderful allusion to treasured memories dear friend.
thank you Bella a very much appreciated visit as always .. Neville
‘Her night scented garden’ captivated your memory with painstaking detail…You’re giving us directions to a destination so very personal…
you have the eyes of a beautiful sky hungry falcon and can see write through me .. or so it seems ..
So kind and generous are your sentiments and words, Neville …
Being that hostage sounds a wonderful place to be Neville.
Andy
it sure was while it lasted Andy .. thanks for taking a peek sir ..
A beautiful piece to sway my heart. The smells of flowers permeate through my senses, my eyes can imagine the beauty before you. .. Awesome job. Hope your vision is better
Aww Dove, thank you so much .. I want you to come back to me & stay awhile .. I want you to lay my eggs & for us to grow old together 🤍x
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