Tribute to the Garden of Franziska


At the foot of the wall
Beyond the rock
Below the parapet
Profound peace reigns

The elf verdigris fossil
Tanks here its peaceful boredom
And monitors, playful, languid
In servile shepherd
The beat frozen
From a butterfly winged zinc

The canister vacuum glass fogged
Alongside the stone-hole
And shares her drunk and ill-being
With a planter full of saltpetre

A spike of rusty iron
Pierces a tear of violet glass
And the clutter of hostas sprung
In fiend
An empty chair naked
Forgotten and stupid

Two poppy flowers on their stems bend
Taken a mild dizziness
Stand in a caress of ruby petals
The glazing of pebble carpets of boxwood
Square topiary
Pride of the owner

Crack in the shed an old paneling
Reminds the eternity of love that goes here
That death is only postponed
On the evening of life or the next kiss

Then suddenly an imp ham
Points his goatee
From under a canopy of bells
Tiny white
Up his sleeves
And turns the page end

END

copyright(C)franz
08.02.2012