Simmering
by
Carol Rogers
caroge@live.co.uk
An
exuberance in high summer;
curvaceous
and glamorous as a
stage
set - his garden border,
spiked
with giants from the
world
of exotics; lilies,
delphiniums,
hollyhocks -
all
stars, blazing a trail to
the
hot butter sky.
Then she strides by, ready to
pounce,
angry and argumentative,
fierce
and opinionated. Home
from
work; her spirit on fire,
like
the red hot poker. He remains
outside
as evening spreads; clad in
calmness,
bathed in a balm of white,
down
by the cool, seductive pool.
Tomorrow
will see her rise with
a
petulant dawn, in the colour of
blood.
She will slam the door with
a
wincing thud. And he will keep
on
tending his garden; growing and
pruning,
till the first frost, when
he
plans to bury her in a brand new
bed,
under the shed.
©2010 Carol Rogers
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