Every time I return to this garden that my parents tend in Piran, Slovenia, where their surprising second home has grown, I wonder what we have done to deserve it.
The Garden of Eden and Druga*
Permaculture, they call it.
It’s been explained as live and let grow,
with a bit of help.
A visitor gave their garden this label
and they were quick to agree,
to recognise it as truth.
I was let grown in exactly the same way.
Permissively, permanently, cultured
in an organic way.
The opposite is inorganic
or maybe a contrabass.
To organ or not to organ.
As it happens, since yesterday
somewhere beneath all these
thriving beautiful organisms
there is a dead
Live and let die.
*Wordplay. In Slovenian, “eden” means one man and “druga” means another woman.
But it really is a paradise here. With some paradajzi (=tomatoes) thrown in and other produce. I took these photos in the last couple of days, while the last one was snapped with my phone (!) just as I sat down to write the poem. Welcome to the garden!
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #147: Organic