86. Jardim, by Catherin J Pascal Dunk

A verbing for Selma Martin

Each day I go springing outside
with my mulberried hair
caping for gooseberries
measurling the seed growth
as they go jacking and beanstalking up the citrus

I pond for snails
then meadow in the mellow grasses
turpentining my time
ladybugging out
petalled by leafhoppers

Steelblue ladybeetle on Nandina
at Edogawa Commemorative Garden, East Gosford NSW
Photo by Catherin J Pascal Dunk 2026

85. Shruti Krishna Sareen's "Crafty Witchery", in response to Catherin J Pascal Dunk's "The most beloved"

My goddess has two huge poppies
in her juda--- one flaming red, the other,
a passionate purple. They offset
her jet-black tresses. The poppies
complement the wickedness of this witch. 
She is weird. She is also whimsical.
Your goddess might want to be wary of her. 
She wears a nose ring. And earrings.
On her dark arm, she has a tattoo.
Her eyes underlined with kajal as black as her hair.
She has cold, unsmiling lips, and a piercing stare
fierce as the sun, which bores into your goddess
with shattering intensity, as if in search of her soul. 

84. Jessica Perini's 'Dendrosphere dreams' for Catherin J Pascal Dunk

Photo by Jessica Perini 2025

dendrosphere dreams 

by Jessica Perini

Could we just make a rule —

Let’s be kind
Let’s stop
 with the self promotion 
Take a minute
to —
Honestly 
Wholeheartedly 
Openmindedly 
Not-yet-taking-a-breath-for-the-next-sentence —
Listen

What I would give for a moment
of an active ear
satelliting my way
A thousand bucks
An endless loop of thanks
A tear for sure
Idk
A lot

No one teaches
such a valuable skill
Except the 
birds
heads cocked
for the inching of ants 
And 
the tree trunks
in their standing 
Stock still
Leaves
motioning bare intent
in subtle breeze

They know listening
Their trunks
a large bark of ear
pressed to the wind 

83. Jake Dennis's Garden Haiku invitation for S. E. Dennis

Thank you Kit for the invitation to this garden and to Cathy Stirling for the prompt to contribute. On the theme of gardens and childhood, my haiku from Steliana Voicu's Enchanted Garden: 

after school she finds

the frog in the garden

no longer there

- Jake Dennis @PoetOfJazz

First published as “Haiku” in Right Way Down and Other Poems, edited by Sally Murphy and Rebecca M. Newman, Alphabet Soup Books and Fremantle Press, Australia, 2024, 108. Reprinted as “after school she finds” in Enchanted Garden, edited by Steliana Voicu, Issue 7: Moments in the Garden, Romania, April 2024. Republished in Dennis, Jake. ‘Gone’ QPoetry, edited by Sandra Makaresz, #20, Queensland Writers Centre, South Brisbane, 2024. 

S. E. Dennis you create beautiful artworks and poetry that make me smile. I am always excited to read your latest poem or see your newest painting. Let's meet in the garden :). 

BUTTERFLY'S FLIGHT.... Michael Brown

BUTTERFLY’S FLIGHT

-For Jen

There it is, almost on cue

Scratching a flight path  

Like an angry signature

It’s former self discarded

It’s tissued-wings beating 

Like my heart

When thoughts of you 

Will not settle 

When I unpick stitches between us

Let roam the predators

Through the turnstiles of chaos 

Until, almost on cue 

The garden sings it’s lullaby

In blades and shades of green 

Every note sidling-up

Lingering after-touch 

Easing the butterfly’s flight

To the buddleia, where it settles

It’s wings lightly pressed together 

Like a pair of hands in pray

81. Kit Kelen's 'in the dell' -- inviting Debbie Lim into the garden

 

in the dell

 

wilted summer where

 

leaf and landing

twig, whiff

 

and damp

with which falls were

 

it’s puddle to a pond

when rain has had its days

 

shelter in the daylight

 

trod grass

with lemon

and another

 

just breathe in

let the eyes breathe

 

in days of creek

the dell gush

a week beyond still

singing high

 

music is made of wings there

 

all of a world is edge to dell

 

every word spoken led

 

that’s where the green is brightest

that’s where your bird sings

80. Catherin J Pascal Dunk's "forlorn", inviting Catia Castrucci with flowers

forlorn

forlorn, like those dead roses Coles
daren’t discount.

forlorn. the very word is like a bell.¹
a wandering
between worlds.²

Photo by Catherin J Pascal Dunk 2025.

1. The second stanza is cento-esque. This line is from John Keats' Ode to a Nightingale (1820, stanza 8):
   
   Forlorn! the very word is like a bell
            To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
    ↩︎
2. I'm referring here to Matthew Arnold's Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse (1855, lines 82/83):
   
   Wandering between two worlds, one dead
   one powerless to be born.
   
   Line 85 includes the word 'forlorn'.