Wild Garden

The white roses grow wild
in the garden
season after
neglected season.

The moonflower
reseeds itself in
the cracks of the flagstone path
and the black ivy creeps across the patio
and up the walls of the white house.

A woman’s pale face watches
from the dark windows,
keeping watch.

One summer morning,
when the house and the garden
have become the same green barrow.

She strips off the black dress.
Tears the white veil.
Tears the black veil.

Rips the vine
from the door,
from the back gate,
and walks naked
into the summer fields.

– Copyright Kay Winter

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2 thoughts on “Wild Garden

  1. Anna S says:

    That final image is very freeing.

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