I look out of the window and see it,
See it standing there, innocent and still,
But I know it is dangerous.
My Nemesis and I have battled,
Battled over many years.
I normally triumph
But have never been left unscarred.
Today is the day,
The day when battle recommences,
The first time this year.
I clad myself in armour,
That armour covers all of me.
So weapon in hand I approach it,
I take a gentle swipe with my weapon,
My weapon of choice.
There is no reaction,
So another cut goes into my Nemesis,
And once more no reaction,
So bolder I go and swipe deeper,
Deeper through it,
Until at last I have won.
My Nemesis is defeated once more,
And I being left without a scar,
Makes the victory so much sweeter.
As I walk away it is watching me,
It will always watch me.
But now I have won
It will be planning its revenge,
Knowing full well that another day will come
And we will battle again.
I am under no illusions
It is planning its revenge,
That revenge will take its toll,
Take its toll on me,
When I fight my Nemesis,
And prune the Pyrocantha once more.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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Ahhh, I thought it might be a sinister blackberry bush! Did you hack through the bush?!
No I only pruned it as he berries attract redwings and fieldfares in the winter.
I have battled with pyracantha many times in the past but don't have it in my present house. Instead I do battle with the ivy on the main wall - it is dry dusty and choking and needs at least three trims a year. So yes this great poem has much resonance in the Edwards household. .
I had a major battle with ivy last year and took all of it out - well most of it - and it is easier to keep it in check this year - I hope.
I quite like the pyrocantha but please don't mention that to it.
Ah - - clever verse with a sting in its tail - my own battle is with ivy - like Michael it grows where it should not but I still love the greens of the leaves. Good read my friend.
Thank you Fay, the greens in the garden are wonderful and will always surprise you with their colours.
A very clever write! Starting evocatively and atmospheric... causing a surprise smile at the end.
Glad that you enjoyed it, thank you.
I knew it was a plant,
bush Or tree of some
Kind after the first
Few words....
I love this GF60
Really good write.
For me a poem where
The meaning is the
Last line, is the best kind
Thank you PH. much appreciated.
And here I thought you killed the neighbor. good one!
The neighbours are safe- ----- at the moment!!!
Thank you WW.
Well written and expressed Great write
Thank you Tony.
Welcome
I thought you might be talking about the garden. HA HA clever!
Thank you, the garden always needs something done to it.
Great poem BROTHER ~ in the 21st C we all have tangible NEMESIS not the unseen mystic 20th C ones ! Mine is my mothers ornamental pond in general and the waterfall pump in particular ! I get soaked getting it out to clean ! My DAD's alergic to water ! For a few days it's like NIAGARA people pay 50p just to see it ! Then it gets slower and slower ~ a drizzle then it stops ! Mum is on the phone ~ BRIAN its the pump and I I'm entertaining the Ladies from the Guild on Thursday for a Garden Party ~ so i drop everything and set out (for the third time this month) to CLEAN THE BL** DY PUMP ~ My NEMSIS ! I used to play a BASS PYROCANTHA in the School Orchestra ! Thanks for scaring ~ Yours BRIAN
WE all have our burdens in this life. Cheers Brian.
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