The garden’s looking better, as in
recovering its health. That polyanthus,
rescued yesterday from among the raspberry canes,
has actually got a flower on it this morning.
After only twenty four hours in a flower pot.
(Two pots in fact. It divided nicely.)
I might call it Polyanthus Borisi –
It looks so much better after a night in ICU.
I’ve always seen my plants more as
patients than prize winners. Where friends
toss out the stragglers, sick and feeble,
I tend to bring them on – and end up with
a garden full of pale faced delicates.
The lupin’s got white fly again.
And that interesting shrub I bought
last year is looking overshadowed.
Maybe I’ll pot it up and put it
in my sanatorium,( the balcony)
until it’s got its strength back.
I can’t use intravenous cures on plants
And computers, electronics, have
changed so much since my nursing days.
But we’ll see what a bit of sun will do.
and if it likes to be with the geraniums.
It was all there was a hundred years ago
And some people still recovered.
Ann R Parker
I have been writing poems or verses one way or another since I was about ten; a long time ago now. It really took off when I joined St Peter’s church in Nottingham city back in the 90s. During the Covid months I have written several, although I don’t know that ‘inspired’ is the right word under these circumstances. I wrote Sanatorium soon after Boris Johnson came out of hospital and when it was still not possible to buy spring plants, so I rescued this little polyanthus, struggling under a shrub in my garden. It is now two plants, both doing nicely in flower pots.
I have also self published several collections of poems, often with a Christian theme.