In the Fallow Garden

original. Wordle 25

In the fallow garden,
beside the rippling koi pond
a little bell tinkles,
calling the swallows to rest
from their rambunctious flights.
I offer each of them a crumb of cake
left over from last night’s birthday celebration
at the ballroom on Forty-Second Street,
where there was no hat rack
for my obsolete headgear,
and so I had two choices:
to sit as a wallflower with my hat in my lap
or to dance with my hat on.
I chose to dance,
swirling and twirling around the floor
(by myself, of course) until 2 a.m.,
when John came in his automobile
to fetch me and take me home.
(I so admire his beauty and grace
the way his strong hands grip the wheel,
keeping us on track,
the way they search my face in the dark
pausing at each pore and follicle
to give thanks and bless me.)
And now it is the morning after,
and with my hat perched on my head
I feed the swallows crumb by crumb
beside the rippling koi pond
in the fallow garden.

© 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher

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Posted on October 9, 2011, in garden, my poetry, poetry, The Poetry Pantry, The Sunday Whirl. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. What a lovely, gentle read. Reminds me of the 60’s when most women wore hats everywhere and never seemed to take them off at all. 🙂
    Really lovely read, thank you.

  2. It was the 40’s and 50’s really wasn’t it, when women used to wear hats all the time. The 60’s they seemed to liberate themselves from bras and everything else

  3. Loved the read and it flows around a full circle!! You stay true to your style and provide those smiles too!! 🙂

  4. I wonder about John with the strong hands. He is the hero who fetches her home, but who is this man who looks at her so intently—but wasn’t at the dance with her: a boyfriend, neighbor, a memory or a figment of her failing mind? Your poem begins a mystery.

  5. I really enjoyed this, it was a delight to read. Well wordled. 🙂

  6. As a woman with many hats, my appreciation for your narrator’s dilemma is thrilled with her solution. Hopefully that hat caught air a time or two, twirling its exultation to the ballroom floor. This is a great piece, I appreciate John for being there. There’s a sense of comfort and passion between them. He allows her the freedom to dance alone, he finds her face beautiful beneath his fingers, and she relishes his touch. It’s beautiful. My hat’s off to you!

  7. Love how the poem come full circle…a bit sad, I feel, the rescuer who comes and goes, celebrating a birthday alone.

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