It’s been a while…..
I’ve been busy gardening for a bloke in Greenwich who’s never there.
Been given carte blanche.
Been distracted from everything else.
It’s great spending other people’s money, especially on a creative project. Trouble is, I can’t see the garden from my kitchen window or walk on the grass in bare feet when the dew settles or smell the paeonies at dusk infusing the air with their slightly too sweet fragrance. I have to give it back….
It’s been hard work. I’ve wrestled with waist high grass and yanked out distorted quinces and untangled roses and found Jerusalem artichokes and the most glorious small blue flower which as yet remains unidentified. And the best thing? Stepping into a cool shower and feeling hot skin soothed.
Slim edge of desire,
a yearning for water.
Salt skin singed, hot and
rimmed with dry earth.
A face lifted to the cool
spray spitting against the shower curtain.
Slide the soap, made cold from an open window,
against breast and throat.
A lava flow of greybrown grained
to hip, thigh, shin.
Wash soil, spade, trowel from skin
flush tangled roots from pores
leave my garden, your garden, a perfect picture of glaucous blue.
Watch the foam gathering speed,
to pool brown between toes past
ankles white bleached with tapioca-ed nettle stings.
Taking a shower in mid afternoon
in not the cool sun of morning
but in the worked, earned buzz of afternoon heat.