The Chinese Garden
see also #347 on in Summer Sunsets
the azaleas
become fish
in the pond 73
in the tea house
looking to remember the day -
wedding party 75
beyond the moon gate
a solitary jasmine flower -
grey skies 77
edging over
the bridge -
brown ivy 78
blue and white
a headless dragon -
until I move 81
water patters
down the rock -
the bride laughs 84
the wind
through the lattice
of each pagoda 85
in the wind, the rain
there is still a butterfly
in the garden 86
how artful
the rocks made
just so! 87
I thought
the toilets
were a palace 89
dreaming of spring
the garden ready -
waiting 91
looking through the window
the tea house too full
this cold cold day 92
climbing the stairs
music from the tea house
behind me 93
on the zig zag bridge
I do not know
which way to go 100
the lady
beside the tea shop
agrees it is cold 101
Notes:
Little poems from my visit to the Chinese Garden in Dunedin on a particularly cold and windy day. It got desperately bitter as the weather turned but while I was wandering around a wedding party turned up for their photo shoot. The bride didn't stop smiling the whole time and seemed impervious to the cold as the party moved about the gardens.
73 The garden ponds were supposed to be full of goldfish but I couldn't see any at all as I moved around the gardens until I saw the flash of gold in the water. I thought for a moment that I'd finally caught up with the fish but then realised that it was the reflection of the orange azaleas planted beside the pond.
81 There was a white and blue vase with a writhing creature on it which, as I moved around the vase (it wasn't that small) revealed itself to be a dragon.
86 The bride is the butterfly on this cold miserable day.
87 Although the rock formations and waterfall were all great and what you expect from a crafted garden some of the rocks had the distinct look of being a little too artfully created and placed for the maximum aesthetic effect.
89 Coming into the courtyard beside the tea house I was impressed by the grand adjoining two storey building with its lattice work. When I moved a little closer I saw that the bottom storey was devoted to the toilet block.
All poetry (c) Steven Clarkson 2012-2013
see also #347 on in Summer Sunsets
the azaleas
become fish
in the pond 73
in the tea house
looking to remember the day -
wedding party 75
beyond the moon gate
a solitary jasmine flower -
grey skies 77
edging over
the bridge -
brown ivy 78
blue and white
a headless dragon -
until I move 81
water patters
down the rock -
the bride laughs 84
the wind
through the lattice
of each pagoda 85
in the wind, the rain
there is still a butterfly
in the garden 86
how artful
the rocks made
just so! 87
I thought
the toilets
were a palace 89
dreaming of spring
the garden ready -
waiting 91
looking through the window
the tea house too full
this cold cold day 92
climbing the stairs
music from the tea house
behind me 93
on the zig zag bridge
I do not know
which way to go 100
the lady
beside the tea shop
agrees it is cold 101
Notes:
Little poems from my visit to the Chinese Garden in Dunedin on a particularly cold and windy day. It got desperately bitter as the weather turned but while I was wandering around a wedding party turned up for their photo shoot. The bride didn't stop smiling the whole time and seemed impervious to the cold as the party moved about the gardens.
73 The garden ponds were supposed to be full of goldfish but I couldn't see any at all as I moved around the gardens until I saw the flash of gold in the water. I thought for a moment that I'd finally caught up with the fish but then realised that it was the reflection of the orange azaleas planted beside the pond.
81 There was a white and blue vase with a writhing creature on it which, as I moved around the vase (it wasn't that small) revealed itself to be a dragon.
86 The bride is the butterfly on this cold miserable day.
87 Although the rock formations and waterfall were all great and what you expect from a crafted garden some of the rocks had the distinct look of being a little too artfully created and placed for the maximum aesthetic effect.
89 Coming into the courtyard beside the tea house I was impressed by the grand adjoining two storey building with its lattice work. When I moved a little closer I saw that the bottom storey was devoted to the toilet block.
All poetry (c) Steven Clarkson 2012-2013