Wild Woodbine, a Poem by – Joan McBreen

Wild Woodbine

Joan McBreen

Wild woodbine was beyond my reach
in the thick hedges round Lough Gill.
The heavy scent filled the house for days
when my father brought it in
and it stayed fresh far longer
then meadowsweet.

Because I loved the delicate
pink and white wild rose
he picked it too, cursing the thorns, muttering
“it dies too soon,
you’d be better leaving it alone”.

Yet once, when my mother
swept its petals from the floor
I saw him rescue one
and place it carefully
in the small wallet
where he kept her photograph.

Wild Woodbine

September 8, 2016 | Categories: Gallery, irish woodlands, Nature and Wildlife, Plants and herbs, Poetry Gallery | Tags: classical Irish, Drift wood, Farming Poetry, Joan McBreen, Nature Phtotography, Nature poetry, nigel borington, poem, wild woodbine | 6 Comments