The Garden – a poem by Lucy Whitehead

The Garden

It waits for me
rain-whipped, wind-
blown, snail-threaded
sun-kissed,
fluttering in its coat
of many colours,
in thorn and calyx.

It calls with a voice
of insects and dew,
with the glint
of sky-bright
winged things,
cloud-flung branch
and cool root,

with the many ways
sunlight paints
the life of petal and leaf,
with the quiet comfort
of shadows,
the blazing flames
of translucence,

with the sparkling light
of iridescent wings,
the song of birds,
the trance of wind,
the rush of grass,
the push of shoots,

the pull to break
out of the darkness.

 

Lucy Whitehead‘s poetry has been published or is forthcoming in Amethyst Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, Barren Magazine, Black Bough Poetry, Burning House Press, Collective Unrest, Electric Moon Magazine, Ghost City Review, Mookychick Magazine, Neon Mariposa Magazine, Pussy Magic, Re-side, and Twist in Time Magazine. You can find her on Twitter @blueirispoetry.

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