Garden tombs by Martin Porter

“When our hearts are saddened, grieving or in pain,
By Your touch You call us back to life again;
Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been:
Love is come again, like wheat that springs up green.”

– Martin F Shaw (Oxford Book of Carols, 1928)

lamina thin
the green leaves of freesia
are already risen

hidden in the trowel deep trenches
are the baby-corpse
and the congealed lump
of the deathly unborn
waiting for the passing of winter

in this land of no winter
life springs at seeming random
spontaneous from the ground
enriched by dung
the coloured frocked bells ring out
the heaving seasons

autumnal Easter
or the occasional july frost,
the hope of a sultry christmas
in this a foreigner land

here is an alien
digging trowel deep
placing corms and
layered bulbs
embryonic folded adult
in a different soil
waiting for the everyday
to return resurrected

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3 responses to “Garden tombs by Martin Porter

  1. I’m not good at poetry, but I love the way you’ve drawn these images. Nicely done.

  2. Birth and death and Easter and Winter.. Such a feast of words and images. Wonderful!

  3. Pingback: Week #42 – Under wraps | 52|250 A Year of Flash

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