Grief’s Garden ~ quadrille

Grief’s Garden

Tangled vines, shriveled tendrils that pull me down,
wrap themselves around my heart, crushing any joy held there.

Lacking any life of their own, they drain the same
from me, choking my will to fight their grasp.

There is only darkness in grief’s garden.

This is my response to How Does Your Garden Grow – dVerse Quadrille
the prompt from Victoria at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use the word garden
in a 44-word poem, with no required meter or rhyme.

46 thoughts on “Grief’s Garden ~ quadrille

    • Thank you, Lucy. Years past, I wrote a poem about grief, Winter Garden, in which that garden looks to the spring and the end of darkness. My mind is not there any longer, but since that poem was so important to me for a while a garden of grief is the first thought that came to me.

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    • I’ve not read that. I’ve just put a hold on the e-book from my library. It’s been a while since I’ve seen the Hitchcock movie, but I understand there’s a remake coming to Netflix in October.


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