Trouble in the Garden
A Poem from May 2020
Close your eyes to be lost at sea,
Outside is your garden, is reality.
Find shelter and listen as hail hits,
Just bad weather, not in a blitz.
Watch nature drown in a fight against floods,
Plant pots overflowing, not spilt blood.
Feel fear from the intruding sounds,
Conservatory creaks, no danger around.
Sunsets allude to the loneliest nights,
Don’t worry, the moon is shining bright.
Open your eyes and burst the bubble,
Be happy, don’t go looking for trouble.
According to the cloud, I wrote this in May of last year. If I remember correctly, I was sat in the conservatory on a rainy night—probably doing a bit of soul searching 😂.
It was dark, windy, the rain was heavy and there was a lot of individual lights. All competing for my attention. I think I had watched the sunset from that exact position before beginning to write.
I don’t think it’s necessarily the best poem. The rhyming and structure are good. The language creates a lot of imagery in my head too, which I like. It’s not a style I would usually write in, so it feels a bit cheesy to me. Not sure if it actually is though.
Really happy with the cover photo choice too. I love Vincent van Gogh’s work. I almost saw his Sunflowers once, but the person I was with at the time didn’t want to wait in the queue. The piece featured here is on show in Cardiff Museum.
This is a bit different from what I normally post. But who cares?
