Comments about Jacqui Thewless
Poem for Jimmy
Gone is the Garden, O!
and all her loveliness brought down in one wee blink of time:
seed-harvest to the four wide widths of space blown freely;
the great Ash uprooted and a cavernous ground.
After the outpouring dark sky’s lashing
and this year’s winds, unleashed,
there is nothing left of flowering fields
and the green has given up its ghost.