Garden of Love

by alovecartography

Garden of Love

poem

I like gardening. Since I am God
I can decide – inside these fences –
who lives, who dies, whose will is denied.
Pansies worship me, faces
pleading for light, more light. Nature
permits some running to seed,
some carelessness in omnipotent care.
Let rain beat them down.

They rise again, encouraged by sun.
I rip to the bone, uproot the worst.
Bindweed, buttercups, coltsfoot – gone.
This thistle shall live. As I gripped it
my glove slipped. It hurt me the most
I can recall. I know I exist.
Helena Nelson

from Plot and Counter-Plot (Nottingham: Shoestring, 2010)

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