Day 7: Spade

I’ve been reading a lot about gardens lately, and poets as gardeners. Here’s a few links and thoughts, with today’s piece.

Part of Margaret Atwood’s poem: ‘Sor Juana works in the garden’ I’ve blogged on here: 

Here is Seamus Heaney reading his famous poem ‘Digging’: 

I started this with the idea of digging my life up, then I thought of that childish longing to bury something, ie chocolate, and grow a chocolate tree! Or, if you swallow apple seeds, branches will grow out of your ears next week.  So it’s a bit of both of those, plus the fact that our upstairs neighbours had a party which meant our patio got covered in cigarette butts.

And here is today’s poem:

I take a spade to my life

Shopping lists, Sainsbury receipts

All crushed up, their thin typed paper

Buried by purple broccoli

Cigarette stubs and packets in the trees

Like birds, their claws into life, greedily

I’ve planted my herbs, my seeds

Golden syrup, soft brown sugar



Any day now, I’ll see the soil



The Stirred quad is formed of Rebecca Audra Smith, Anna Percy, Jasmine Chatfield and Lenni Sanders.

Posted in NAPOWRIMO Becca, Poetry Scrawls
One comment on “Day 7: Spade
  1. Jingle says:

    divine lines..
    enjoyed the way you play with words..

    invite you to contribute a poem to poets rally week 41, a free verse is accepted.

    We encourage, we share, we love poets, and we have fun..

    Poetry awards may be assigned to quality participants/ first time participants.

    Hope to see you in.

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