6 In poetry

spring

the carpet is growing weeds again and
crocus blooms keeping thrusting themselves
up through the charcoal flecks
adding patterns of joyous colour.
it’s kind of annoying though,
i have to watch my step when i get out of bed.

we have guests coming on friday. i’m going
to have to put a sign up outside the front door
“beware the plants” or something like that.
and at this rate, i’ll be able to set up a stall
outside our flat, with an honesty box –
flowers for sale: 50p a bunch.
come back tomorrow, there’ll be more!

i’m half expecting to arrive home today
to find my husband clasped in the arms
of an affectionate nasturtium, or
wedged beneath the rowan bush.
i’ve no idea if the neighbours are having issues
they always take pains to avoid us.
have i got twigs in my hair again?

  • Jude (top sister)!
    27/03/2010 at 11:26

    :-)
    fantastic love it

  • The Armchair Parisian
    18/03/2010 at 20:22

    Absolutely delightful! How very imaginative…

  • flowing moments
    18/03/2010 at 14:18

    thank you Leonie, you have made me smile again …

  • rachel awes
    18/03/2010 at 13:01

    leonie!!! i ADORE this poem. i want to gobble it up!
    xoxox

  • andrea
    17/03/2010 at 21:26

    love!

  • Emma
    17/03/2010 at 18:01

    I love love love this Leonie ~ I want to illustrate it – in fact I have twigs in my hair right now, emma x