Extract from A Crack in the Shell

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Nostos,  a gardener’s lament

It’s commonly believed that a little gentle gardening

Brings peace to those whose arteries are hardening,

Whereas, in fact, one learns to dread the spring,

And the Proustian moments petalsmell can bring.

My great maternal grandpa, Edgar Hand,

Lurks in the smell of wallflowers, which demand,

The immediate return of childhood wonder,

At gas light, pipesmoke, leather and gazunder.

His wife, the Guinness-guzzling Lydia May

Would send by steam train, annually, a spray

Of lilly-of-the-valley. Now they spread

All over my allotment, like the dead.

Bluebell and primrose summon like a knell

A Cornish wood  my gran and I knew well

Whilst my father, to whom I gave my favourite rose,

Planted myosotis then turned up his toes.

When plants are said to tolerate some shade

That shouldn’t mean a ghost that’s just been laid.

One summer’s evening, led by smells anew,

I bent to the earth and mother-in-law poked through;

Hemerocallis, rockrose, Solomon’s seal,

Sea holly, miniature fir – the senses reel

When, after rain, a Canterbury Bell

Like Proserpine, pops up again from hell,

And intimations of mortality remain

When winter comes, and they all pop back again.

So, if you come to stay, don’t bring a plant.

It might recall some hairy-chinned old aunt

Who, thus released, will hover like a sprite

In the smoky air and the fading autumn light.

Or worse, when you shuffle off your mortal coil

You’ll take up residence among my soil.

And, wandering innocent before The Fall,

I’ll catch your scent, and hear the carrion call.

Nostalgia’s from the Greek. One should refrain

From nostos (a return) and algos (pain),

But a single leaf can serve to hold us fast,

Strong roots attach the present to the past.


About pauleustice

Retired, more or less, but see www.bpfe.eu
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