Defying its heaviness,
the circle face defaults to a water lily
in her withering hand,
and a sudden memory
of her father’s garden pond
trickles forward from childhood.
Through this case of metal and rust,
she’s floating back
to the days when dragonflies danced
on lustrous leaves
and white flowers opened
their waxy mouths
to the soaring sky,
every July.
Barbara Lawton
One of the Headingley Open Gardens collection. Click to see the full list