August goes to the garden

David Wakeling

The scene opens with August seated in his garden.
He is rambling to himself and fairies. He has a bandage around his head.

 

AUGUST:            Oh these two Mandarin trees. Yes Symbols.

                            They are symbols. Time has passed ring the bells.

                           They are also symbols of the Great War.

 

(August yells at May even though she is not there)

 

The fight that has embittered to the core.

Your sad father never accepted me.
He didn’t call me part of the family.
But there in dwells the sharp and spiky thorn,
For when in him stubbornness is well born.

Will give and receive the same foul weather,

For I never accepted him either.

 

                               (Enter Fairies)

(August talks to the Fairies at the end of the garden.)

 

                               Now I am mad. It comes as no surprise.         

The garden fairies dance before my eyes,

Years of nonsense will drive anyone mad.

But these cherubs are welcoming not sad.

For the most part mine was a life unlived.

Born here to do the work of those unloved.

I really didn't achieve anything.
The precious part of me wanted to sing.

I didn't find the cure for cancer.
Just took my lead from the other dancer.

A life without courage or endeavour.

Will hardly allow greatness to endure.

The garden sprites do not comfort me now.

They mock the promise I did not allow.

  • Author: David Wakeling (Online Online)
  • Published: April 27th, 2026 00:02
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 3
  • Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments1

  • sorenbarrett

    I applauded the creative retro Shakspearian play style that this write has. Nicely done my friend and a fave

    • David Wakeling

      That is certainly a great compliment.Thank you.I was trying something different.Thanks for commenting

      • sorenbarrett

        It is rare to see creativity through reactivating a lost style and so nicely done you are most welcome my friend



      To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.