Having an allotment
Is a very English thing.
Most of them are small
Thirty metres by ten
And an old wooden shed
Passed down from Father to Son.
What do we grow in them?
Everything - anything
Flowers - veggies - fruit
Work begins in earnest
In March - ends in November
Today most plots are in use.
Thsi year - a hot day in June
I surveyed my produce
And smiled as I realised
How well it reflected
My own Community
The people I meet every day!
The District Nurse - tall and slim
In white and green - a LEEK.
Our Scandinavian Vicar
Rotund - bald and round - a SWEDE
His Curate - young - broad shouldered
Slim hips - Parson? - No PARSNIP.
The Postmistress - always flustered
Her round red face - a TOMATO
The Inkeeper - Irish - Green
Heart in his head - a CABBAGE
His Barmaid - mass of blond curls
A very tasty CAULIFLOWER
I had a soft spot for my soft fruit
And all the ladies in my Choir
Ruth - sweet pink and tasty
A perfect STRAWBERRY
Pauline - green - sweet and sour
A perfect GOOSEBERRY
Alice changeable - red - green - black
A perfect BLACKBERRY
Jean - multifaceted
A perfect RASPBERRY
Grace - slender - inflexible - sharp
A fine stick of RHUBARB.
In my Community
And on my allotment
There are couch POTATOES
Wet LETTUCE and PANSIES
English ROSES also
Chinese GOOSEBERRIES.
Metophorically speaking
I now rest my case for
Flowers - veggies - fruit
My Allotment is my
Community which is
Also my Allotment! ! !
(John Knight - Colchester - December 2009)
Much poetic effort here John - - a good and amusing read - thank you 10/10 Fay
Very clever and cute; to shrink all the acquaintances down into members of the vegetable garden! (smile)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that's wonderful.......metaphors are the most stunning way to describe..... your poems are rich and i like rich poetry...rich poetry is like the rich and loud tone played by the violin accompanied by wide vibrato...i felt that in your poetry.