Monday, 4 January 2010

I am a boy and my dog is still living



The plants in my garden
are dangerous

The marigold will sting you when
you kiss it

The snapdragon will break your face
if you try something

The foxglove guards the shed
your granddad filled with sacks of mice

and the greengage tree
a negligent parent

whose sons all died from -
can't remember what - a love bite?

Only the lupin
ungainly lupin

with outdated frills
and pink leg-warmers
and a grey cap
and witch string puppets
dangling at its painted fingertips

is approachable

And maybe that's just cos

she grows over
my old dog's grave
.
(may 2007)

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