Wild Garlic Poems - Poems about Wild Garlic

...Oh, my precious press, you are my praise-worthy kitchen helper. You take a clove of fresh garlic, bland, and soon it becomes a brilliant burst in minced, crushed, or creamy paste. My......Read the rest...

...Deep breath of pure mountain air Away from chaos a moment rare Radiant gorse with bright yellow flowers Thriving on gentle Celtic showers. Heather growing unrestrained Amethyst glow o......Read the rest...

...Finally, she could get down on her knees again, not in prayer but to touch rosemary and lavender which had begun to send its fragrance into the spring and rising warmth in nature’s heart. There was n......Read the rest...

...foisted upon her was the merry go round crystal chandelier it stuck in her beautiful mind like a beacon of flaming desire of clouds fried by a cuckoo with an indestructible socket her eyes w......Read the rest...

... the footpaths that stretched out of sight until never. the parched ground and grasses when miles seemed forever. wild garlic, the heat the nettles and heather. the bees in the foxgloves......Read the rest...

...She came upon me in a dream deep down from within my destination Which coursed the mind and soul of years for my memories' inspiration The path was crowded with bouncing hooves and wagons decor......Read the rest...

...Saint Govan’s Chapel They stood with their raincoats and rubber boots at the top of the cliff Clothed in anger and fear they braced the elements and honoured the Saint A hermit had lived in ......Read the rest...

...A glance from the field displays a line of green, Waving back and forth, for as far as can be seen, A chosen path the gentle scrub has allowed through, Human interaction has created steps too, <>...Read the rest...

...Tim had all the necessary ingredients right next to his ancient burner Shark teeth dangling from a sunken necklace at the cutting edge but The amulet had turned into chains and shackles grind......Read the rest...

...Mells' Bells. Not far from a little town in Somerset called Wells there's a quiet little village, that's name is Mells the wild garlic grows in abundance there, and stridently smells But the pe......Read the rest...

...The Dingle Now pleasures few past contentment knew the Summer walks ......Read the rest...

...I turned slowly around and met tears on the wind As from tattered cloud memories I heard once again Every verse of the poetry we once composed As we bathed in life’s whispers, so safe from life’s ......Read the rest...

...I marvel At the rich colours In Springtime as I walk the lanes, Explore the woods and cliffs of Pembrokeshire. ‘Cliff clover’, The ‘sea pink’ or Thrift. Clumps of pink, colonising coasts. ......Read the rest...

...Wild garlic flowers encompassed her youthful, porcelaneous neck as she slumbered in her bed. Two silver crucifix bracelets securely fastened to both wrists. Her rhythmic inspirations hea......Read the rest...

...Sea purslane & wild garlic A pot roasted rabbit cooked with boletus fungi Winter chantrelles Japanes knotweed Apple juice Wild!......Read the rest...