Knot Garden

At first I did not see;so neat beyond the hedge

and dulled by mottled shade

of giant oak and plane.

Four ridged squares of box

once chosen for fragrance,

awaiting release by gentle brush of

silken shoe or petticoats trailing edge.

The centre filled with healing herbs

patterned as a reminder in symbols,

the ancient guilds and the sealing

pledges of great craftsmen.

Follow circuit, line and path;

let the eye trace the tangle

of years as sedge and briar

entwine with lavender.

Journey the echo of history when

the blast of changing winds

brought persecution,

pestilence, plague, death.

Tina Cole