In the April of Covid 19
Day 25
“Silence, silence to do, when earth grew loud, in lairs and asylums”Dylan Thomas
Asylum
What becomes
of the mad woman
in her garden?
Driven beyond sorrow
of her fallow bed of weeds
and dandelions
to the cloister
of barren rockeries,
she digs deep
in furrows
of scars for words
that once bloomed
in abundance
now swept away
with autumn leaves and
heaped on the bonfire
of her silent asylum.
Skylover Wordlist: Rockery
Play It Again Toads: Willard Asylum
Flash Friday 55: Hosted by Hedgewitch.
What could be worse than being stricken with silence, to one who has had a garden of words?
ReplyDeleteI am feeling somewhat stricken by the 25th day of April!
DeleteJust lovely!
ReplyDeleteWell, this one could have been written about me, Kerry. Age has robbed me of many of the physical attributes needed for gardening, especially since breaking a vertebrae last fall, and I have stood in sad contemplation of my garden of weeds all too often.I have also lost my words too many times in the last five years, and it's an almost physical pain, well-described here. Of course there is more to this poem than that literal and personal interpretation, as there is more to the metaphor of a fallen garden, a lost peace, a stricken silence. April is a challenging time if one decides to jump into the fray. You have my admiration, and sympathy. ;) Seriously, the poem a day discipline can be of amazing value in producing things one surely would never have even thought of writing. You've been at the top of your form this month.
ReplyDeleteOh, and thank you so much for playing the 55 with us Kerry. It's always a joy for me when you participate.
DeleteWe garden-lovers have to sometimes give up the fight for the perfect manicure in the best season, and let the garden take care of us, with its deaths and entrances. I am so pleased you could relate to the central motif, Joy. That makes me very happy. I have wanted to play the 55 each week but the words got away from me. Happy to be able to link up this weekend.
Delete"she digs deep in furrows of scars for words that once bloomed in abundance now swept away," this is so poignant, Kerry!💘
ReplyDeleteIt takes great strength and courage to take on an entire month of writing and I have loved each and every one of your poems so much! Together, we will make it through the last remaining days!🌹
Yes! My words have begun to fall from the trees now but I must hold on to sanity for the last push!
DeleteI love the question, I can see her in her garden. Which is a good antidote to madness, actually. I resonate with her silent asylum; the deep peaceful silence of my gardening days was so healing. I can hardly believe it is the 25th. Wow.
ReplyDeleteOh, yes, a garden is a saving grace!
DeleteLoss of words, and loss of loved ones...both are so devastating..I feel the woman in the garden trapped in her voiceless hell
ReplyDeleteI am sorry! This has been such a tragic month for poetry. Well done to you for all your brave poems, Susie.
DeleteThese words:
ReplyDelete"she digs deep
in furrows
of scars for words"
So so powerful!
that once bloomed
in abundance
How I am feeling on day 25!
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