Private Square

by Aidan Andrew Dun


It is a private garden
hidden away:
an angel with
padlock and chain
closed it off forever
in a distant epoch.

Look! Serpent against
green panoramas
wisteria tangles with
black railed iron:
arms of policemen
linked to blockade.

It’s off-limits
luxuriant, incredible:
pale blue agapanthus
(vast boxing-glove)
softly reaches over
to fight-down any fool
gatecrashing paradise.

A way of life would
soon be paralysed
if anyone returned
to this forbidden place
even for an afternoon:
they’d bring back a tale
to raise the sea-floor
flatten-down the sky.

Here is the key:
it’s called
‘Share alike.’