Gardening is a way of scratching through,
Hard surfaces, the crust of present time,
Where curly leaf-sprigs spring and spice drifts through
Blue blossoms as they bloom in even rhyme
And fruited phrases hang upon the air.
Perfumed by clouds of pollen in each row
A gust will blow and punctuate with care
The rounded phrases as they ripen, slow.
Once we have pierced that rhythmic underworld
Persephone presents for our employ,
A bunch of tightly winding tendrils, swirled,
That rise in strict procession, structured joy,
Then dry to brittle, bleached out stalks that sway
Once Ceres comes and blasts it all away.
- Sally Cook is both painter and poet. Whether writing or painting, she keeps a sharp eye out for the psychological portrait. Her essays and poetry have been published in journals such as The Chimera, Chronicles, Contemporary Sonnet, Iambs & Trochees, Pivot, and The Formalist Portal. Look for her in the next issue of Light Quarterly. Cook’s review “Rhyming The Right”, of William Baer’s anthology “The Conservative Poets”, may be seen both in the current issue of The University Bookman and on its website.