Thursday, 13 November 2008

Poem

somewhere
behind the
inspiration
was a quiet
breathless
garden:
decayed by
thunderstorms,
reflecting
light in its
wildflowers
and wonder
in its clay floor

3 comments:

Scooter Trash said...

I would just like to say that I did not write that poem. It was, in fact, written by one of my favourite poets, Kylie Johnson.

Teagan said...

Oh good. I was beginning to think that you were some kind of wonder poet and that if you did write it that I would indeed have to hate you forever.
But it wasn't, so we cool.
My garden has a floor of clay too x]

Ashlee. said...

My garden has a floor of dirt. I win.