there’s a wishing well

photoart - the shoal @hanginguptodry
If wishes were fishes we’d all cast nets in the seaEric Bogle song*
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Wishing is a well where want and will
bubble to the surface bobbing just beyond reach
but with disappointment dimmed and reasons silenced
up gushes a garden where yes! – the roses grow
amongst exhibitionist blooms of the fully saturated hue

crucified to courtyard walls, trees proffer fruit on sunbaked limbs
pastel borders, prettily composed, pale to significance
before the herbiary of aromas tumbling underfoot
deep green corners give shady contemplation
to fern and frond and leaf vein mandalas

from shallow overflows insects sip like cautious antelope
where wayward water courses provision wildlife
mown though a meadow, pathways beating the bounds to the brook
reeds wave me over to a kitschy wishing well
there I happily drown my sorrows

Akin to the old English proverb “if wishes were horses beggars would ride” which my grandmother would quote. It has the effect of quashing daydreams but preventing time wasting and the dashing of hopes…but still I pray for a garden of my own, even a much humbler one than this one conjured for Poetics: Wishful thinking