Thursday, 17 February 2011

Sean Weathers

In a Garden

She stepped among the coloring flowers
and kicked over every ornament in her way:
a bird bath, an old gnome, a boy
whom she'd been chasing. Her dress already
brushed in strokes of green and brown,
she knelt to pick dandelions from the grass;
the yellow weeds staining young fingers,
she held death so loosely in her hands.


Gordon Mason said...

Great power and energy in the images.

Jenny said...

I agree with Gordon. Thanks for this one, Sean. Nice to see your work here!

Peter Greene said...

oo, lovely. Very wild and Springtide poem. Thanks, Sean.


gerry boyd said...

Yes. Measured language hitting all the right grace notes.