PLENTY by Helen Owen
Fat and heavy with sunlight,
Sugar straining to escape
The soft purple bruise of skin,
And drip down heavy as molasses on the tongue.
By Suleyman's Garden laps the sea,
Green turquoise as a cat's eye,
Muscles rippling strong
Below its smooth skin.
Above the Garden of Suleyman arcs
A blue cupola of sky,
Freshly painted with soft-stippled white cloud
And a primary yellow orb of sun.
On Suleyman's Gardens grow
Hibiscus sisters, brightly dressed
In scarlet, cadmium and rose,
Impregnated with colour
By a sun drunk with his own fertility.
In the Garden of Suleyman flowers
Thirsty, they sip and strain
To be replenished, revived, rejoined,
Remade In Suleyman's Gardens.