16th February, 2016 (The dirty end of winter)

by Brendan Strong

This garden is overgrown
Undertended, never started
Never ending…

Leaves fallen pooled and stuck together,
Huddling in the corner of the garden
Maybe hiding Wonderland beneath them

At the nettley gates,
Getting ready to shake
Their stingly arses.

The blooms prepare petals
For the coming bees,
While the caterpillars start to feel it in their knees

The flowers are powerless
Against the weeds,
Sucking up whatever they need

Strangle hold.

Ankle deep in mud
And shit, the grass
Spreads itself feral

Winter present
Will be remembered
When we clean this up in Spring