WALLED GARDEN
This greenlit garden has no room for words,
even the flowers are speechless: dahlia, rose,
whose colours shout in vases to be heard,
subdue themselves and furred snap-dragons close
their muzzles to soft-pedalling ladybirds.
I'll hold a silent party for my friends.
Please throw your voices on the compost heap
where wasted things you might have said can blend
and rot beneath the rhubarb leaves. We keep
our verbiage where the rubbish won't offend.
