Marvell’s Garden

the garden

is a luscious lover

crushed wine

on lips

the dark-eyed

junco's throat

full of whistles

and trills

the walnut tree’s

throbbing

roots

and flower-tipped

branches

spice beds

the scent of

jasmine

on stone

‘it is the purest

of humane pleasures’

the windchime’s

tinkling brass

the honeyed bees’

amaranthine

drone

amorous

perfumes in a

bloodhot sun

venus fly

waspish

purring hum

avian shrieks

carnivorous 

triffids dart out as you pass, a lashing

sting

surrounded penetrated enraptured

by a myriad

active beings

‘ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass’

overcome I am

a creature

in the bondage

of intoxicating

corruption