In This Garden

Posted: September 12, 2012 in Uncategorized
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knot natures fingerprint

indelible  in oak,

next to hinge

human bracket

attaching forms together

so they opened,

upon the garden,

a garden that was

a need to her,

amongst earth and plants

removing weeds,

she worked

perspiration moistened brow

alone now and happy,

a wry smile edged the corner

of her mouth,

remembering that other garden

of medicinal herbs,

that she grew as a hobby,

her husband could not understand,

till he encountered

the lethal deadly nightshade,

regrets where few.  hinge , lethal , need


  1. rmp says:

    is it wrong that the ending made me smile. really nice write.

  2. Sheilagh Lee says:

    LOL maybe he should have been curious sooner. great story told.

  3. oooo. You do murder/thriller poetry well, Christopher. I like!

  4. Sabio Lantz says:

    Poor husband ! Caught me off guard. Nice

  5. 4joy says:

    No wonder she was smiling! Cool tale….women do, as a rule, kill most often with poison…

  6. slpmartin says:

    Oh, what a story you’ve woven into this fine poem.

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