polly penrose portrays the deeper thought lost in evening garden

it is a wild jungle
where
she is reflected on the horse
through the window
of trailer vines
climbing the walls
and making
the greenhouse a home
her body
a ghostly reflection
of pure skin milk telling the vines
to leave her body
and climb the sky of
a near noon rain
it is a wild
jungle in her
home
shag carpeting and a portrait
of a rocking horse
taking her back before the
form mattered
only the mind and imagination
lost in the afternoon
after a lunch
after mother told her to stay
close
or preferably in the yard
it is a wild
jungle
it is a wild green room
her body
standing angular to the
sliding door
the back yard lost
to the evening
sun set
trapping her world
in a bungalow
society.

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About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called crazyirishman.wordpress.com, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on https://www.facebook.com/crazyirishmanpoetry where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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