Poem 504 – Capability Calls

Sharply formed and
Immaculately cut,
In neat straight lines
Of grass and roses.

Fragrant scents and
Pastiche pieces,
White marble figures
By formal arches.

Here nature’s tamed,
Close manicured,
Ghosts promenade,
As stone lions roar.

We spent today’s sunny morning strolling around the grounds of Wrest Park.
(03.05.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
Photo by Nigel Cox CC-BY SA 2.0

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