I've been watching elderflowers bloom and die
all summer
been living in the cupboards of this house
like a scavenger

The cats due to their immense independence
come and go
I try to convince them not to leave me alone
calling and bribing

If you sit on the bench by the door you'll hear carhorns
vaguely distant
I shut my eyes and pretend to live in a dream world as
reality hits me

And I bury myself in the grass and the blossoms
smelling dewdrops
as I pull my fingers trough the soil and the gravel
I wrap myself in solitude

What grows in the hedgerows?
Elderflowers and nuts
Mushrooms and wild garlic
Raspberries and blackberrie
Rosehips and nettles
Among many other edible things
That we can pick and gather
Freely since time immemorial
Thank you Planet Earth

Herringbone clouds drift in infinite seas
A perfect half-moon in a cosmos blue sky
Elderflowers float to the earth at my feet
Cat slumbers, sun-baked, white among sage and thyme
Green-glorious symphony of breeze, birds and bees…

"To The Men, I have Loved and the lessons I have learned."

To the boy who hid in the shadows:

You taught me how to plant the flowers of love.
You showed me the colors and the different names
moreover, you taught me how to tend to them all.
Then I learned you lied to me and told me all the wrong names
so now my garden is twisted and confused.
You then left taking my Freesia’s in hand.

To the boy who hid in the trees.

You went garden to garden, loved to plant the first seed.
You taught me how the roses moved in the night.
However, you stilled lived in other gardens and took my roses.
You left my garden with patches of nothing
and made me feel like I deserved it.


Now my garden; already struggling to stay alive.
What was I do? I was already so sad.

Then to the boy who lived in the spotlight:

You came to my garden with roses in hand
promising to help restore what had been lost
for your garden had been plucked as well.
However, you only came for what was left of my roses and took my elderflowers as well.

You only cared for yourself.
And well you,
you taught me not to trust anymore.

So for the next boy who comes to my garden.
Come with a sword and a shield.
Because now I’ve learned how to grow my flowers with thorns.
So I’ll guard my garden until the day I learn which flower is love.