The Garden's Girl

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The vines spiraled out so quickly like a branch of lies


Stuck themselves swiftly into the girl’s awaiting eyes


The crimson blood that hastily trickled warmly down her ghostly face


Left her feeling a half remembered real embrace


Deep scars that tore and stretched across her wicked skin


Turned this twisted thorny girl into a mangled twin


The icy garden leaves of rose’s regret and sage’s sorrow


Awaited the girls fate for another looming morrow


She was left to stand among dead and yellow weeds alone


Now left a hollow shell with useless soul out thrown


                                                                                                                         


But now the battered and bloodied weedy girl out lashes


Disfigured arms outstretched her body soon crashes


Her fingers are now numbed to the blood they are shedding


Browned foliage surrounds her while their death is spreading


Thin tattered twigs and ragged roots are strewn about


The girl has finally triumphed in causing the Garden’s deadly rout


Transformed into tulip’s turmoil and willow’s worry


Now slinks away the decaying flora in massive flurry


Rises up the victorious girl muddied bloodied and worn  


Returns home dusting off her dress now mangled and torn


 


The once populated earthy ground will never stay alone


Always requiring a master in its heartless home


Out go scrawny saplings the remaining lowly from the bloodied fight


Searching for a keeper by safety of darkened night


Soon the simple foliage cross nighted paths with a city boy


They promise him earth and light his long awaited joy


The willow’s whispers and lilac’s lull tempt this pure boy’s heart


Into the tangled dying weeds that once was beautiful art


Off travel the boy and seed to a place filled with hate


Between the empty promise that it will grow the love he will await


 


The city boy was overtly nurturing and kind


Watering each wilted tender leaf he’d find


But soon the glowing garden’s light grew dull and worn thin


And was replaced by a different darker kin


Wishing for him to remain chaparral’s cling and vine’s vice


Brought the poor boy smashing down like rigid ice


The garden’s brush quickened it’s spiral out of place


Rooting and winding their way up past his waist


 


The garden’s girl awoke with shattered dreams


Out rang through the ink and fog bloodied screams


Spiriting expeditiously in darkness she did dash


To the garden she’d thought was dead at last


Between brush and bramble the girl called out


Hoping and praying another had not gone her rout


Reaching the garden grass’s gouge and arum’s assail


 The twisted girl saw the injured boy and began to wail


Questioning garden for answers she was shaken


Girl and boy wanted the truth to why they were taken


 


The garden slowly relented in releasing the boy


Despite his stranger standing the girl rushed to him with joy


Curling back deeper into the dirt the wicked weeds attempted to avoid fate


But the girl leapt up from her post snatching up foliage before it was too late


No options left the ragged plants told they were not made this way


Not long ago they often welcomed smiling children’s play


The ambrosia’s amusement and geranium’s giggles filled the air


As hands spread joy in dirt and water with loving care


Time passed and no children came, they had grown up older


Leaving the garden alone to suffer while it grew colder


 


The garden’s once gentle heart grew angry with rage


How could the children leave them because of their age


They took solace in seeing passing children’s faces


But no child would enter their once beautiful spaces


In desperation flora plotted a twisted plan


To get children back into their dying land


Euphorbia’s entangled while petunia’s pulled the children in


Begging for company the garden asked for only one breaking sin


For the lone child to never leave the garden’s side


Biding their soul with thorny flora they’d forever be tied


 


The children never listened to the plant’s appeal


And quickly turned their back on the offered deal


The garden grew violent branches shaking sadistic and mad


The unwilling child was not fit for anyone to have had


Decaying and distorted brambles swallowed the child whole


Burying the body within the ground like a mangled mole


Honeysuckle hissed and mandrake’s murmured their deadly deeds


O f each child they’d taken away now buried under the weeds


The boy and girl were speechless hanging on the bramble’s word


Both clung onto one another learning of the children that had gone unheard


 


The scarred girl stood arms outstretched to the sun


Shouting her pain that the garden had earlier won


With time the marks across her would never leave


And her memories would be fresh for her to grieve


The boy joined in telling his fear filled plight


Showing his scars along his chest from the flora’s fight


  Realizing it’s error wisteria wept and sage screeched out it’s shame


In one last act to right their wrongs the garden burst it’s brush aflame


The city boy grew silent and crept out of the engulfing blaze in alarm


In flurry of emotions the Garden’s Girl cursed the weeds for causing such harm


 


The boy and girl left the charred earth as one  


Hand in hand they escaped their battle now won


City boy returned to the busy loud noise


Never once questioning abandoning his joys


Garden’s girl reentered her life once more


With the scars on her body she proudly wore


Ashen root’s rotting and Clematis’s crumbling as they die


The garden left the world with a regretful sigh


Only one reunion between city and garden did come


Together planting a seed in the bright warm sun


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This is (most likely) the final version to this rapidly growing poem. Thank you all so much for your support I don't know how I'd finish anything without it <3 Attilee

Created: Jan 08, 2011

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