maria goodison Poems
|81.||The Bottom Of The Garden||7/24/2013|
|82.||The Devil Or Friend?||10/18/2015|
|83.||This Old Town||5/8/2014|
|88.||We Care About You.||10/19/2015|
|89.||We Done What We Said||8/24/2014|
|90.||What A Shame||5/12/2014|
|91.||What Is It I'M Looking For? ?||7/13/2015|
|92.||What Man Has Made||8/3/2013|
|93.||When I Die||5/12/2014|
|94.||Where Does This.||10/16/2015|
|95.||Why Does It Matter.||2/20/2016|
|97.||With Out A Face||5/8/2014|
|102.||Your Name Please||5/21/2017|
|103.||Your Not A God||5/9/2014|
The Bottom Of The Garden
Down the bottom of the garden
where the children hide and play.
Secrets are kept and all that see them,
shield them with their souls.
The feet go quiet and bums go on seats.
Minds unwind, ready to see
the magic of the fairy's
and their woodland kin.
As fairy's fly and pixies dance
the flower come alive.
Down at the bottom of the garden
where only children are allowed,
is a safe and happy place
where no harm will ever come.
I could do without this head.
To take off and discard it.
I could cope without the multitude
running around my mind.
I could deal with having some space,
to spend a few and unwind.
I could sleep if I stopped the drugs I do.
I could talk if I was not worried to.