When Fortune Turns
When fortune turns, and humans leave their home,
the garden whoops, and sheds its choking suit
of mollycoddled squatters, while the loam
explodes with popping seeds and juicy roots.
Fresh dandelion and chickweed shake the grime
from eager heads, and creepers joyfully
striate the sombre hedge with shots of lime
and emerald. Wild buttercup breaks free
to polka dot the life into a lawn
too long oppressed by chemicals and blades;
in haughty beds, the nettles rise, reborn.
The land can strut once more in splendid shades
of mint and pea, cheered on by sedge and brome...
when fortune turns, and humans leave their home.
17 May 2019
For Orphan Sonnet Contest
Sponsored by Dale Gregory Cozart
Orphan sonnet form: Abab cdcd efef aA / iambic pentameter
Contest theme: a nature scene
NB: British English (“lawn” rhymes with “born”!)
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