A whole garden, to a poet → Poem by Appoline Romanens

A whole garden, to a poet

On a bench of relief

I sat. My pen green

At Bloomsburry gardens seen

By the wind like a leaf

To the publishing house around

I submitted my rhymes– this garden

Is against my literary gambling a warden

Behind those doors I heard a different sound

I toss the written coin–Head or tail?

London is a greedy squirrel searching litters

Would you British bustling bushy tail

Want to keep my tale and like my letters?

On a bench of hope

I dreamt–about poetry

My treasured sole trope

Lent to someone else’s industry

Bloomsburry I say your name

House of many a request

Your doorstep is my conquest

But what is, to freedom, fame?

December 15, 2015

Bloomsburry Square Gardens

London

A whole garden, to a poet