Urban Physic Garden



July 1st, 2011 · No Comments · Medicinal Plants Poetry Project

Day breaks into a forced smile –
finds me on damp knees in the half-
light, rooting for the stem-joint,
a pinch, a snap: a leaf.
Three more, then I steal back in,
quick as a breeze through the door,
huddle them under my school coat,
cupped like new-lain eggs.
I move aside his emptied cans,
tip his ashtray into the bin;
green boils dark in a silver pan –
the smell of spring foams up.
Gather, crush and poultice,
you taught me how to do this.
Now you need my comfort:
blackwort, bruisewort, boneknit.
Clair Wilcox
(From Herbarium, a new poetry anthology. Launch and reading 22 July)

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