The Corner Of Yesterday's Garden Poem by Seamus O' Brian

The Corner Of Yesterday's Garden



There, just beyond the maple
(you remember, the maple
from which Alex fell-
fractured the ulna, I think it was)
where the ground is rather loamy
toward the wall. Yes, that's
where all the kids bunched
up when they ran their
races under the harvest
moon, laughing hysterics
and tugging at each other.
Right, that's the section
we repaired at first,
each stone heaved into place,
you instigated me
with your giggling promises
of sandy kisses.
The rabbit we surprised,
do you remember?
Like cannon shot from
that little clump of daffodil-
just there-
rather a fright, I'd say, we
collapsed into a howling
bundle of arms and legs
running away, but into each
other instead,
and suddenly lips and hands
finding each other, tasting
love and earth and sweat
- the taste of our garden.
Do you remember?

Kneeling down to touch the soil
self-consciously avoiding
the silence of an empty
garden.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love,life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A memory of a garden I roamed as a child. A memory of a dream that never was.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Pamela Sinicrope 05 June 2017

That's a beautiful memory that never was. Places and smells can activate memories or even bring forth dreams. It sounds like a magical place from your childhood.

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Seamus O' Brian

Seamus O' Brian

Galway, Ireland
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