three more poems from spring clean your poetry stash day

Well, some may say there are 5 poems here but never mind, please enjoy. 

Anemone

you left the brash red and purple crowd

for uncut peace under the olive tree

to grow alone, pale and strong

Iris

up the road, blue and blowsy, they shout

look, look at us while in this shady spot

fat buds tease with slow beginnings

Lilac

on stage this week, pink tutus smother

your branches, your fragrant halo unfolds

into the garden's deepest borders

Perfect Tenses

I've packed the last hour in a box

to open on a quiet morning

when I’ve done nothing much

apart from getting out of bed.

I'll remove the dead mouse

trapped near the nibbled plums  

and let the one eating it's way

through the chicken feed out again

before I take the flower pot from off

one puppy, brush her and her sister

free of compost and decide if half

chewed roots are worth saving,

I'll follow each suspicious silence

with mop and disinfectant,

and when their snores are steady

I'll tip toe to the henhouse where

mrs big and mrs little black

will refuse to leave their nests

and let me collect the eggs,

I'll return to see that when

the door opened the wind blew

down a sticky fly paper and now

its wrapped around puppy two 

 - quick pull, always best -

lots of cuddles and a treat

before I replace the lid and return

the box to the shelf of years ahead. 

Let us say Grace

Sunday: roast lamb or beef or pork,

occasionally boiled ham,

canned peaches, Nestle's cream.

Left overs through the mincer

for Monday's shepherds pie,

rice pudding with skin.

Tuesday: liver and bacon,

gravy, tinned carrots and peas,

jam roly poly and custard.

Wednesday: Wall's sausages, 

baked beans and mash,

semolina with jam.

Thursday: Steak and kidney,

in a pie or suet pudding,

mandarin oranges, evap milk.

Fish and chips on Friday,

salted, vinig’d, wrapped.

in yesterday's Express.

Saturday:  stew and dumplings,

a wafer of ice cream

soft from its cardboard box.