My Secret Garden

 

I’ve grown my own secret garden;

None passes its gates sans my consent.

That peaceful place where sadness rots,

whence I can freely cultivate my thoughts.

 

I’ve grown my own secret garden;

None passes its gates sans my consent.

Only I decide which seeds to sow,

which grass to pluck or else let grow.

 

I’ve grown my own secret garden;

None passes its gates sans my consent.

Rose bushes I thrive to nurture with care;

through spines I toil just for the blooms’ grandeur.

 

I’ve grown my own secret garden;

None passes its gates sans my consent.

Carnations, Zinnias, Irises, Sunflower,

Dahlias, Freesias … of Tulips I’m a lover.

 

I’ve grown my own secret garden;

None passes its gates sans my consent.

A big segment of it’s covered with Forget-Me-Nots;

memories that keep tying or untying life’s knots.

 

I’ve grown my own secret garden;

None passes its gates sans my consent.

Climbers are a species, which I truly adore,

as I look up to them I see many a door.

 

I’ve grown my own secret garden;

None passes its gates sans my consent.

I was once fond of Narcissuses … I’ve learnt to stay away;

Their tantalising scent many a time has sent me astray.

 

I’ve grown my own secret garden;

None passes its gates sans my consent.

Trees I plant with solid roots so deep;

the more I fertilise the soil the better fruit I reap.

 

I’ve grown my own secret garden;

None passes its gates sans my consent.

I know where to look between the branches strong,

to glimpse a full moon sighing its melancholic song.

 

I’ve grown my own secret garden;

None passes its gates sans my consent.

To every spot known of shade I would run,

away from the blinding, scorching rays of the sun.

 

I’ve grown my own secret garden;

None passes its gates sans my consent.

Only those chosen ones I do let into it;

rapt they too get pulled out of their own pit.

 

I’ve grown my own secret garden;

None passes its gates sans my consent.

Amidst it a fountain that the soul mends,

its rippling waters of a tale that never ends.

 

I’ve grown my own secret garden;

None passes its gates sans my consent …

 

©Marie G. – A Modern Divine Comedy

 

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