Metaphorical hell in that garden. Gardens gave-give shelter to all except those thrown to space to fade in the heat of wandering enemies. Some would-be gardeners lay down stone, erect tall treated wooden man-maid drapery, staining the landscape, destorying the natural. And, that is why whatever and wherever can - snakes hide neath the ruination of land, b'decked and ugly. Sow what is natural, let Nature be its master, allow the wild to grow as the all about both requires and prays for.
Fine work, honest wording, visual and teaching what matters but -is yet to win. Many thanks for offering, Emunah June..
Some snakes must be dealt with at all costs. If the roses do not bloom next season, plant tulips or daffodils, or carnations, or any number of friendly flowers that smell even more sweet together when spring comes and gardeners stand guard for ANY deadly beast.
I love how this poem captures the tension between the snake and the gardeners. The chase, the critique, the persistence...while quietly reminding us of what’s often overlooked: the roses trampled in the struggle.
There’s a subtle, poignant reflection on consequence and attention here that lingers.
☆ emunah june
☆ she/her (female)
☆ twenty-nine years young
☆ behavioral health
☆ married (est. may 12th, 2025)
☆ poetry, short stories, future novels.
☆.. more..