(Pantoum)
She loved the garden dearly
Climbing tree and moss clad wall
She could feel it's heart beat clearly
As into dew soft grass she'd fall
Climbing tree and moss clad wall
Again her pulse would race
As into dew soft grass she'd fall
In this silent, secret place
Again her pulse would race
Yet Autumns lines were round her eyes
In this silent, secret place
Where the ivy binds and ties
With Autumns lines around her eyes
Winter pallor, soft and still
Where the ivy binds and ties
Yet she loves the garden still
Winters pallor, soft and still
Her soul flies with the birds
And yet she loves the garden still
As brambles cover her grave by thirds
Her soul flies with the birds
Climbing tree and moss clad wall
As brambles cover her grave by thirds
Which into soft dew grass will fall
Author notes
Inspired by the story 'The Secret Garden'. From childhood to beyond the grave, the garden was a place of enchantment for her. Even though with that fateful snap of the swing ropes, she fell and died, in the garden her memory, therefore she, was alive. Her daughter would one day learn of her silent secret place and it's tranquility would bring peace to her troubled heart.
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oh, think this a most wonderful poem! The Pantoum is seldom attempted , which is a real shame... I just loved, loved this poem!!
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A lovely work which catches the essence of the story and the character
enjoyed it totally thanks TB.x -
i enjoyed this nice rhyme scheme , well written, well done
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Wonderful job
with a very difficult form. The sense of reverence for your "secret garden" shines brightly in this piece. Makes me wish I had a secret garden, too. -
Excellent work here
Bravo it was almost like reading the lyrics to a song I loved it
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Oh thank you sweets!
I'm so glad you liked it. I enjoyed reading the book, 'The Secret Garden' and this poem was inspired by it.
Lianonsidhe
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