The Garden
written by: Lorraine Murtagh
Going no-where,
content.
Like a warm embrace.
my heart expands,
I am everything and
everything is me.
Clumps of damp soil
fold, marking time.
Taunting sparrows,
fly towards me,
diving back, squawking,
laughing.
In the green,
flowers dance,
flirting enticingly,
stirring desire,
from the insects
they seek.
Breathing in crisp,
pungent fragrant air.
In my embryo setting,
comforting.
I am content,
trapped and free,
in the Garden.
Everyone should have three careers in life; one for fun, one serious and the one that you were meant to do, the one that feeds your soul. I am lucky that my fun and serious careers have given me the gift of a lifetime's worth of enriched material for the pleasure of writing. So here I am in rural Portugal, living my best life with my beautiful Husband and my bouncy, brindle boxer Bert.
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