{"id":270,"date":"2011-05-28T18:26:56","date_gmt":"2011-05-28T18:26:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=270"},"modified":"2011-05-28T18:26:56","modified_gmt":"2011-05-28T18:26:56","slug":"katrina-naomi-is-in-pinochets-garden","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/katrina-naomi-is-in-pinochets-garden\/","title":{"rendered":"Katrina Naomi is in Pinochet's Garden"},"content":{"rendered":"

Pinochet\u2019s Garden<\/span>

Punctured gasps of bog cotton in the marsh by the stream<\/span>
only he knew the way through. He liked his knowledge.<\/span>
He had the gardeners dowse selected plants on the hour,<\/span>
every hour, calibrating which were the last to droop. <\/span>

He admired cacti for their instinct, their endurance, <\/span>
liked the sweat of his greenhouse, the heat forced to its limit. <\/span>
He logged what could survive, beyond the open mouths <\/span>
of orchids. He knew all their Latin names. <\/span>

As a boy, he\u2019d snipped the heads off lilies, now <\/span>
he wanted beauty, found comfort in the red wounds of roses. <\/span>
One task he retained; no one was allowed to shoo the birds <\/span>
from the lawn. He hung his catapult from a hook. <\/span>

His blooms won prizes. His soil, rich. Bone meal rich. <\/span>



<\/a>*Katrina Naomi<\/span><\/a>'s first full collection The Girl with the Cactus Handshake<\/span> was shortlisted for the 2010 London New Poetry Award. In 2009-10 she was the first writer-in-residence at the Bronte Parsonage Museum in Haworth. Katrina's originally from Margate and lives in south London.<\/span>


'Pinochet's Garden' is  from The Girl with the Cactus Handshake<\/span> (Templar Poetry 2009)<\/span>
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