Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Tuesday Poem

The Lodging House Fuchsias

Mrs Master’s fuchsias hung
Higher and broader and brightly swung
Bell-like, more and more
Over the narrow garden path,
Giving the passer-by a sprinkle bath
In the morning

She put up with their pushful ways
And made us tenderly lift their sprays,
Going to her door:
But when her funeral had to pass
They cut back all the flowery mass
In the morning.

Thomas Hardy
I've joined Mary McCallum's Tuesday Poem group. This is my first entry.

1 comment:

  1. Welcome to Tuesday Poem Harvey! What a wonderful poem to begin with!- so rich and personal and surprisingly contemporary - the vigour of those pendulous fuchsias - Mrs Master's tolerance of them - the tenderness - vs. the need to cut them brusquely back at her death... so powerful and so sad. Thank you. Oh and for people who want to find Tuesday Poem - go to http://www.tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com