The Garden

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Heavenly water has transformed my garden
from a dusty square to an enchanted Eden,
where white doves have sprinkled musical notes
on a carpet of minaret gold.

The romantic asked,
‘Is my lover here?’
and cried morning dew.
The amorous, absorbed the gardens beauty
till roses’ petals curled in horror
and its pond shrunk to a stagnant puddle.

Doves left in droves
when city pigeons came
ducks quacked
and took flight on clumsy wings.
The incurable sighed scattered wholemeal crumbs
into muddy water and thought of suicide.