Gwenivere And Great Grandma's Garden Poem by Darlene Perry

Bearing right, where sharp gravel
and green Bluegrass gather,
she ascends bold stones
stacked apparently for scaling.
Prancing through piles of prickly
pine droppings, Gwenivere giggles
beneath Mother Evergreen’s boughs.
Raked spongy topsoil bears tiny
tracks, feathered with pine needles
and a stray pansy petal.
Weed withdrawn rows, skilfully sorted,
like a Penny Black and Curtiss Jenny
in a Scott’s Stamp Album.
Tumbling she stumbles upon
a crumbled stump of oak
masquerading as a raised bed
of regal red Rembrandts
and Honey Hush horns.
The flowing forsythia fortress
bows to inhale
breathtaking bouquets
unbound by backyard blooms.
Carillons of humble grape Hyacinths
and violet crocuses
congregate around a
hodgepodge of paisley pansies,
sown by deep-rooted hands
and honey bee feet.
Bearing a pedicure of earth and sticky sap
her daughter’s, daughters, daughter
flashes two blue irises
and a simple three dimpled grin.
Hidden hands hold her offering,
two palms of shambled stems,
rumpled buds and bloom remains,
unearthed” For you, Great Grandma! ”