St. Patrick's Cathedral Garden Poem by Margaret O Driscoll

My mind stimulated by literature by the end of The John Hewitt week
The quiet of the cathedral garden is the silent sanctuary I seek

Away from the hub of activity
the gardens are peaceful and calm
Pathways bid me to wander
past sights and scents, as a balm

Brightly glazed circles in ceramic,
displays of locally crafted art
A loganberry bush by the wall
it's ripe fruit temptingly tart

I stop to admire a mosaic's
citrus coloured shapes on the ground
Pale pink musk-scented roses
perfume the air all around

Savouring a warm ripe plum
in the heat at the end of July,
I sit in a contemplative corner
before bidding Armagh goodbye