Up the Garden Path by Serena Head

A vegetable patch,

but the dog crushed the cabbages.

A mandarin tree,

and the child can’t reach.

Bleached trunks and

winsome hedgerows.

Fragrant bud and

mum’s last wish.

Up the garden path -

back to where you started.  

A placard on a bench,

but the paint’s still wet.

Soothing footsteps,

neck hairs prickle.

A yellow orb

puckers the lips.

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Serena Head lives in Adelaide, Australia, and is in her mid- twenties. She thinks 26 is still firmly “mid”, and refuses to say late twenties. She is passionate about alternative psychology, learning ballet as an adult, and anything literary. She works in the tech field. This is her first publication. She can be found here.