Sally Evans

(1942 / London)

Among Arthurians


‭“‬Quiet pools and fixed colours‭”
[Deborah Tyler-Bennett]


We considered painting chairs
to match certain blue flowers
religiously sought this year‭

‬for sky in the garden: ‭
‬agapanthus, ‭ ‬blue sage, ‭
‬or autumn gentians.‭

‬Instead, ‭
‬in fiery red of leaves, ‭
‬canna, ‭ ‬lobelia, ‭ ‬and those‭

‬cut sunflowers someone brought, ‭
‬generations‭' ‬thoughts, ‭
‬current in chosen words, ‭

‬swim in the acoustics
of this walled garden, ‭
‬pond-splash of goldfish,

and the story so great
that, ‭ ‬splintered, ‭
‬we do not see it.‭

‬Inside the circle, ‭
‬waving grasses
of half-revelation.‭

‬Outside, ‭ ‬we see the circle
clearly, ‭ ‬as poets talk round
greatness of Arthur.‭

Submitted: Wednesday, June 05, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 02, 2013
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