A drop of Jenny's garden "bottled" by Victor Weston

Submitted by victor weston on Tue, 27/08/2013 - 21:30

A drop of Jenny's garden "bottled"

(13 July 2013)

Passing ripened cornfields
The sun shines ,
High ........
down into the village 
and Jenny's cottage, within
a door frames an entrance

from a dark-beamed interior 
into a garden of immense light 
Where fountains play,
seating and pavilions invite
roses - and poetry - bloom,

there’s the temptation 
those luscious red currants 
whose clusters overhang
How not to succumb?,
they appear so good
such abundance, engrossing the eye ...

passing by and on
Through a small gate
to where sweet peas'
scent infuses the air 
poppies overflow their redness into a countryside 
of cut cornfields, continuing to its horizon

Copyright © 2013 Victor Weston

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Poetry Aloud, Benson Blakes, Bury St Edmunds

R J Whiting

Wed, 28/08/2013 - 21:04

Holidays meant I missed this wonderful day. What a tremendous evocation, really beautiful. All reports of berry juice on Victor's shirt are wildly exaggerated! 

Sally Warrell

Wed, 28/08/2013 - 22:28

No two experiences coulld be the same, even of the same thing, Jenny's garden, but this goes a long way to capturing the joy and delight of the occasion, the drive through the fields and the different stages as house and garden revealed themselves, not to mention the writing.