waterperry
at waterperry
iris stood
elongated strands of blue
box-clipped peacocks fan
tea and cakes were all home-made -
there was a snake
i saw him
curving through a glade
of fern
into a bubbling stream
at waterperry
when we were vaguely one
though you were always distant
in control
i waited till you got me home
one day I broke away
because you were so jealous of my son
my eyelids were torn up to see
that you never cared for me
that stately gardens were a ploy
deceiving me
with borrowed grace
at waterperry
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Wed 8th Jun 2011 10:45
I had never heard of Waterperry until this poem, and now it has crossed my path twice in two days. Strange. A beautiful place it seems; I hope to visit some day.