Urban Physic Garden



July 14th, 2011 · No Comments · Medicinal Plants Poetry Project

Snapped curl of pink-tipped orange

in a gauze of storm and chinos soaked to grey –
“The blossom
That I took was thinn’d
and yet” – this fire created
from my body, well wasn’t it,

“Not harried”? Low green spring
the fused wheels sing

‘Hey, honey’ to Bardot – no volume-ruling sky
or ceaseless touch,
expectorate to an edge like this one

Its thinking dead with wet.
Helen Slater & Edmund Hardy
(From Herbarium, a new poetry anthology. Launch and reading 22 July)

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