I wrote a poem and took a picture on my phone but it doesn’t seem to have found its way to my computer.
I looked for you in a book of flowers
Your large petticoat-white blooms
Should merit a mention
But all I found was a cousin
A neat shrub, not a climber.
Nowhere did it show
Your choking tendrils.
Your ‘Granny-jump -out -of- bed’ flowers
Were mocking me from the top of the wall.
I hope the shrubs you strangle
If I try to pull you won’t untangle
And I break branches of the plants that I admire.
I must twist your snake-like threads
From the lilac.
I can unwind them from the buddlia, in full bloom.
I can chop you at the root and see you shrivel
Making the green privet brown
But next year you’ll be back, I know
With your sly companion Ivy – just to make
Gardening an effort rather than a pleasure
As I fill the bin.