and this is my garden
a lover's knot of paths converging
to a sundial in its wheel of lemon-scented time
a secret garden
hedges in mazes where we run shrieking
following a trail of crumbs
a poet's garden
fists of roses inscribed with thorns
dragged free in a changeling wind
a nursery rhyme garden
where I shall be queen and you shall be king
and toadstools bloom in rings
a heretic's garden
where herbs have their own silent language
rain writing its occult script on water
a midnight garden
where bells ring out in tongues of astonishment
a stone lion crouches with scribbled mustache
and these are my forests
where paths shift and compasses spin
spiraling leaves hiding a broken altar
and this is my garden
these are my forests
this is my sacred sea
Copyright 2008 Kate Forsyth