Garden Centre

A Poem by Neville

On green reflections

Garden Centre

The garden centre would forever be appropriately filled with the scent of greenery and leaves

Alive with orchids and with poppies and those amazing Snakes Head Fritillaries we now so seldom see

I now know why you chose to meet me there after so many empty years my dear

The garden centre is after all

a safe and neutral place to conduct business such as ours

It is somewhere we might talk about anything everything or nothing just like in those good old days

Where for example we might examine each of your husband’s personalities and then rip them to pieces

There is always a chance you frightened each of them away

I won’t mention that though for the sake of brevity

Then if nothing else springs to mind we might always consider the details of your historical hysterectomy

No we better not go there either and let’s not get too hung up on religion

Are you still into feng shui these days might have been a good opening line

I’ve personally had this thing about topiary for ages

Even better still

On reflection neither of us had an appetite when we met in the garden centre did we despite both being superbly hungry

I recall how afterwards you bought all the coffee and then how you took my words and my breath away

© 2015 Neville

Author's Note

May be a work in progress eh'

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Circe

I like all the speculation before the two had met yet... it's the kind of things that run through your mind thinking about conversation topics and it provides a good background of information between them. I really love the ending two stanzas... it is all perfect when they meet.. in fact it goes better than anything in your imagination!