The Gardener’s Honeysuckle

We trained honeysuckle to climb.

Pinched soft, young buds

to encourage growth,

cooed, pinned, tied.

Kept those vines curling upwards

across,

into gaps left barren.

Marvelled at the wild beauty,

the choreographed wild flowers,

the distressed wooden benches.

Artificial imitations.

A modern, cottager’s garden.

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It’s the first night back at the Poets Pub after the Christmas break. To kick things off we’ve been given the challenge of writing a quadrille revolving around the world ‘curl’.

 

48 Comments

  1. This is gorgeous….reminiscent of Elizabeth Gilbert’s “The Signature of All Things”—have you read it? It inspires, as your words here do, such an appreciation for gardening, the earth, and living things!

    1. Thank you, no I don’t think I have read it but I’ll look it up. 🙂 I’m so glad you liked the poem. I’ve been getting into gardening more in the last year but my mother’s garden has always been a wild thing and I rarely worry too much about keeping my own a perfect manicured and in line.

      1. There was just something about the ‘wildness’ of it and the ‘gaps left barren’ that reminded me of that authenticity of Gilbert’s writing. Lovely. I do not have a green thumb at all, by any stretch of the imagination!! I can’t even keep a house plant alive 😛

  2. My mom kept on doing this to our vines. Love how you put it this way- choreographed. Now I have a term for what she does. 🙂

    1. Thank you Bjorn. My mother’s garden always ran on the wild side and growing up in the country side I’ve always preferred the rambling mess of wild poppies and bluebells to carefully planted borders.

  3. Oh….you’ve created a beautiful image here. It reminds me of Monet’s Giverny gardens….since I’ve had those on my mind. Beautiful. On the other hand, the taming of wild things can be unnatural…but somehow I still feel the wildness and beauty here. 🙂

  4. Your curly honeysuckle has me longing for the spring when the first wave of honeysuckle runs riot in our garden – there’s some right outside the window by my desk. Beautiful, Carol!

  5. I extremely enjoyed your word choice here, it really helped me imagine the scene and see and read the poem two-fold: plainly, and grasp it, but also from a surreal point of view and let it grow inside my mind how I want it. Simple, useful and powerful.

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