My hands walk me through the garden most days. I can not resist touching each plant or flower, travelling along its landscape, like walking home. The textures take me to places I have been - tall mountains flanked by sharp edges, soft pebbles lapping up the shoreline and long days in sunny fields.
Each time I touch, I lift my hand for something unexpected to please my nose and inform my stomach of what might be heading its way for lunch. I wanted a garden that could provide a feast for all my senses, body and mind. These pleasures, grown, take me through seasons of the unknown.
Seasons of wisdom swirling in my ancestors' minds. Who had learned instinctively from walking our earth what grew for them and what did not. This wealth of knowledge burned some as witches and, yet, healed and fed many too.
I soak all I can into my brain and hope that my ancestors left a swirling in my DNA that has journeyed to meet the new knowledge I have collected and that together we can make sense of it all.
When I began this rekindling of my soul through gardening, herbs were all I had space for in my mind and garden. There was already a rosemary bush, old but still thriving, waking up my neurons as I passed it each day. Lavender, which I found makes a lovely posy for the teacher when pennies are tight. Oh, and mint, which you can always count on to take over your garden and your plate on a Sunday.
Thyme was an experiment, a herb that has many forms. It creeps, stands tall, can be bright or dark, and flowers like tiny hearts. The irony in its name, left in legacy by a jester, I am sure, who is laughing over my shoulder even now.
I was looking for plants that would give me time back by suppressing weeds. Thyme was one of them. Now, I am here looking for a way to write a poem about an herb that can give much, yet when I try to recall my knowledge, it evades me.
What to do when even your senses won’t come out to play - improvise! Today, I used each letter of ‘THYME’ to start each line of my poem.
I found it a challenge. Why not try it to get your neurons firing?
This post is part of the ‘A Poem A Day’ series (A daily challenge hosted by The.Poetry.Pub on Instagram) I have invited you to play along with me in my ‘It’s Time’ post. You will find all the information you need there.
Here’s my poem for today:
It’s Wednesday - I’ve shared my poem in today's post and invite you to share yours in the comments. I would love everyone to read each other’s poems and if you feel called to share any positive thoughts with those who have made you smile or given you goosebumps.
Love & Magic,
