Algae bloom, green streak
a flash of plant life across the grey lake waters,
it stretches from the wildflower bank
back, back to the butter-stone walls of Astor’s Italian garden.
And did you walk those banks
striding by the edge of the lake
velvet skirts brushing the grass,
waiting to hear from your lover?
And did your heart race back towards him
back, back across the water?
Nature’s race, their vegetable love
entangled in the depths,
A poem inspired by a beautiful walk by the Lakeside at Hever Castle, where a splendid algae bloom shot across the water, like green lightning back towards the main gardens.
I wanted to reference Marvell’s ‘To his coy mistress’ here, as I really like the lines –
‘My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires and more slow’
It seemed apt for a love poem!