A Secret Garden Poem by Matt Western

The wavering, windy winglets of the wisteria
Loosely hang amidst the walled interior

Savouring delightful treats with
The accompanying sound of quavers that sumptuously give

Greeting to good octaves guided by the gift
Of a practitioner in his art bountiful, explicit

Who kids himself with grit and determination otherwise dismissed
Jostling the senses into gilded giddiness

Bridging our hearts into wholesomeness
Dizzy dowsing us with worldliness

Drawing us away from the indecisiveness
Unsightly distress of everyday manifest

Ciphered and cuffed by why’s and buts inciting less
Enticing of the conscience into a residing mess

Encountered when striding to the rhythm of a tiresome strut
Confident to us manifest in the form of conjured lust

To aid all conceivable things into being
With the pure and cleanly seal of this revealing