Seduction at Leckmelm (detail of front cover)
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Under the twisted limbs of erotic trees
The ferns unravel,
Jet against lime,
Bluebell upon grass,
On a floor with lush abandon.
The blackbird loudspeakers over the garden
Lovers as they murmur their way
Along a path followed
By rain as it runs
From the palms.
I play the rib of last year's fern.
I smudge the midge all over my face.
I come at last to
The azaleas:
A taste of honey,
The reek of patchouli
And the dancing bells of an Indian seduction.
Leckmelm, May 2009
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The Sewing Box
On Fire
A Woman's Prayer Flags
Storm in a Newly-planted Garden
Awakening
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Shooting straight out of bed
I fold my leaves back.
I stand on one foot
Just to get the knack.
Branching off sideways
With my shoes slipping off,
My roots grasp the land
My head circles the croft.
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Take a Leaf
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This little book was made on the island of Colonsay, with a Rododendron leaf from Colonsay House Gardens used as the cover.
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