Literature
Garden of Delights
My garden of delights,
infested with such pretty, twisted things,
mandrake root and toadstools
and glistering ravens' wings.
I planted belladona,
such a melancholy crop,
and grew poison ivy in blistered vines -
a haven in the bogs.
Skullcap grew amongst the weeds,
its slithering, slivered, ragged leaves
a home to noxious worms
and mealy nettle-bugs.
I gathered withered poppies,
a delicious apertif,
and brewed brackish tea from bagworm seeds
and garnished it with slugs.
Brambles thrived between the stones -
the hedges overblown with ash and bone
to welcome all my guests,
who hunched and huddled in the damp
covered up with d